Sublime

bloviating

One might shift again and again like this, through intimacies, and not outpace oldness exactly, but match its weirdness, its flagrant specificity, with one’s own.

“take Wile E. Coyote and the Road Runner. If he gets the bird, then who is he? What’s the cartoon about?

But there had to be an alternative to my approach. Surely one day someone would say: Wait, you’ve been taking the stairs this whole time? You didn’t know there’s an elevator? And to that I would say: Oh. Duh.

Sorry to trouble you was how the note began, which is such a great opener. Please, trouble me! Trouble me! I’ve been waiting my whole life to be troubled by a note like this.

I wasn't fatter or thinner; I'd incarnated. Of course I had always been in here, but so gingerly, like a person never wanting to unpack even though they're obviously going to be staying awhile. Now my brain was spread out over my whole body, not just in my head.

She was asking me to describe myself as if I was a horse I owned when actually I was more like a radio program, an ongoing narration that I could barely recall.

verdant,