processing

Reading Lorrie Moore always makes me maudlin; reading Lorrie Moore in the laundromat makes me want to write down things like silhouettes of trees on a hillside look like sutures, as if it were something important. Without a notebook to write it down in, I had to repeat it over and over in my head so I would remember. This entire paragraph, so far, has been repeated several times in my head as I drove home.

I want to write about something important, but I can’t yet.

I am considering ordering pizza for dinner tonight, and to take leftovers on the Greyhound for tomorrow.

I am considering trying to be social tonight. I am wondering who is in town.