You keep thinking that books or blogs or whatever it is now – the word — is a map to the past…or an imagined future…it’s a road into someone’s mind, or their experiences. But then it’s tough to think, maybe life is just a writing prompt.
TV has lost it’s appeal. Movies are still good. You can’t plan a vacation when you don’t have any money. You’re tired of thinking about money.
On the elevator, you don’t need a map. But when you step out? It could be a building on fire…
You haven’t been to the zoo for awhile. They give you a map there. There is an elevator at the zoo. You feed the giraffes crackers. They stick out their purple tongues. You keep on going.