The things I want conflict with everyone else’s schedules/lives/desires. I hate being in the way. I hate being the source of frustration. I hate conflict.
I know exactly what to do but in a much more real sense I have no idea what to do.
i. we spent the cool edges of the day in limbo. we had money and transportation. we had time and piles of destinations. we had maps and satellites and street signs and nowhere to go.
ii. when the sun came out, wind gave way to children. as if they had been hiding in the shadows, they flooded the square without cue. hastily thrown together games and adventures reigned between towering monuments of history.
iii. i gave you a stolen daisy for your hair. you gave money to a homeless woman who was crying and injured as the daisy melted in the hot city air. we laid in the grass and watched our lives go by briefly in peace. it was the first time i ever felt useful by doing nothing