tales from an ordinary world

2002-02-11

Fortunately, the gut-wrenching screech across the street wasn't followed by sounds of metal on metal. Everybody went back to what they were doing, hearts beating a little faster. I was at the post office, sending off little gifts to people. Filling in the familar green customs stickers. A smile and a nod and some cash at the counter and it's all over. My hands are empty, and I can't help thinking it's a bit odd that I came to the post office carrying all these objects, but I leave it carrying nothing.

I spent today fixing numerous things, all inconsequential but nevertheless demanded by others. I'm ready to go now. I'm ready to sleep, to dream of alternatives.