Shoes and I are both educated, relatively polished people (although our behavior tends to be context specific) and we didn't feel worthy enough to step inside the store. Shoes kept picking items up and saying, "What is this? What is THIS? Who eats this??"
well, we're bound to that, in truth. But while there's time I want to write I'm glad to be alive in the same world as you, here where there's, yes, a wisdom in the inward parts, where something mesenteric loosely binds us, where you, as words are bound to tell, have given understanding to my heart.
~ Phillip Booth, 1990
The Queue
... to read if I ever get a moment's break from reading riveting psychodynamic theory ...
Nothing in the queue, but currently reading Indian Killer (Sherman Alexie) and the January 19th issue of Rolling Stone Magazine. (Did I mention our book club has been laid to rest? Sigh. Too many family of origin term papers for all of us to read much else.)
WOW! I can't imagine that planet.
Shoes and I are both educated, relatively polished people (although our behavior tends to be context specific) and we didn't feel worthy enough to step inside the store. Shoes kept picking items up and saying, "What is this? What is THIS? Who eats this??"
So if you bought fancy two hundred dollar balsamic vinegar, would that make whatever food you made taste fancy?
At that price, my hope is that even the placebo effect would be strong enough to make you think so.