Being Alone

First, do anything but be alone. Date lots of people you will remember by comparing them to various vegetables you have seen in the produce section in the grocery store.

Life Imitates Art

...I can’t help but notice the stark detail in all of their work. It is so real that it hits you in the face. It makes me think that in one way or another, it must have been real to them too.

Rotten Fruit

“Well you got a mighty fine memory, donchya?” Leland said. “All them Hargroves live down this way.” Sophie recognized the name as soon as he said it, the Hargroves, whom she knew as the main black family of Azalea.

Bessy Hargrove was her grandmother’s best friend, and the last time Sophie was in Azalea they attended her ninety-eighth birthday party in the Azalea Baptist Church. They had been the only white people there, occupying one table in the back near the buffet tables, yet Sophie distinctly remembered they were ordered to take their food first.

Reminders

I’m never entirely sure why I read, or write, but it definitely always feels like a reminder. A reminder that words, enough of them, might explain problems that I can’t or get me out of cyclical thought patterns or allow me to explore new ways of being in the world.

This Is What It’s Like

You scan the area, the distance to your car. Extra cautious if it’s early morning or late at night.

And vice versa; if you park your car in your driveway or parking lot near your apartment, you wonder how quickly you can make it to your door without being noticed. You wonder who is watching and what they might do if they see no one else is around. You hold your breath as you damn near run after locking your car, keys prepared to unlock your door as quickly as possible. You make it inside and automatically lock the door behind you. You do this several times everyday.