Several Christmases ago, I caught Karen home from work watching a home improvement programme that showed you how to build a procession of plywood reindeer for your lawn. You sawed the antlers and the reindeer out as separate pieces and then nailed the former on to the latter.
Imagine yourself sawing out plywood reindeer in your garage on a Sunday afternoon. What a sense of purposelessness must assail you. You had dreams once. How did it come to this?
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sometimes i allow myself to dream of a cashmere life safely walled behind a white picket fence.
ReplyDeleteIs it wrong to think making a plywood reindeer wold be fun? OK. I'm just gonna go sit in this corner over here and STFU.
ReplyDeletethings don't change, only your perception of them.
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