There was so much I could have written, so much I would like to write. One thing, however, that rises above all other things is my continual titling of moments. I seem to condense periods in time, a few hours, half a day, or a day, into a title in my head. Sometimes even just moments. It is like I am making chapters out of life, literally... although it all remains in my head.
So, here are some of the strange glimpses into my world of titles.
Potatoes and Ugly Betty
Quiet Girls on Quiet Stools Always Doing Well
Tired of rubbing thumb and pointer: money has deep roots
Mommas of Suns and Moons
Norma´s Smile and the Blackberry moment
Laugh and Cry your way to Learning
The river bend
Mosquitos, Tortrix and the Rumbles of Change
Basura
MmmmHmmm and Chocobonanos
Change and Growing Pains
Men, Dance Floors and Kitchens
Relleno de la Vida
The Banana Girl
Some I am thinking back on moments, others, like The Banana Girl, were automatic titled moments, where I had an experience and then just saw a title and an article unfold underneath it...
Alas, now, with only a few hours before the new years eve party that will dunk last years ¨sick in paris party¨ I must go, no time now for all those stories. It is called Apocalypse Now... the benefit party for tonight... why wait until 2012? I guess in the mayan land, that is the best idea.
Friday is a day of rest and searching out books... Saturday is a day of travel.... and then SUN-WED i am a real guatemalan tourist... or rather a tourist in guatemala. Thursday morning I begin my day long travel back to the states.
How do you feel about that?
Honestly. OK.
I would like to stay. But part of me would stay too long... and I can not do that right now.
Instead I shall title all my moments, and one day come back for more chapters.
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