a crow with a french fry

i made eye contact with a woman in another car. she looked at me for longer than our eye contact, she possessed a deceptively vulnerable smile of soulless desire. she could extract it all, the life, the love, the fantasy, the hope, the sadness and the pain, and both of us would be emptier. one of us destroyed. the other still hungry. she flipped her turn signal to the opposite direction, and went the other way. i would have resisted her. i have avoided her. but i know you are there, and i know what you want. there are no strangers.

analogy in the sand

it is as if life's treasure is buried under one of the two X-marks-the-spot locations. one destination seems more obvious, is clearer, more direct and secure, while the other is a little harder to get to, and seems more desirable with greater potential payback...but, you only have the time and resources to dig under one of the X's. Also, this choice looms as the most important one you will make in your life; however, it is all nonsense. Because life is not a journey, you are not living on a path, you don't stop and smell any roses, you didn't find an extra set of footprints in the sand, you don't need to check your map, directions, hair in the mirror, field of crops, plant a seed - nothing. you are here to do the best you can with what you have, without blame - or not. most people chose the - or not, and suffer accordingly. okay, i have an expressed, and unnaturally high level of, disdain for analogy - especially when administered under the guise of helpful advise. analogy is, more accurately, simple-minded generic solutions for complex and personal issues. at best, analogy delays the suffering, which usually does not end well. if i have offended you, it is probably because, like analogy, i mean well, but i am often wrong, sorry, please forgive, i had a bad day...i mean really, who doesn't like a clever analogy? only a nescient, who needs to check his bearings...that's who. chop wood, carry water...and look for buried treasure.

money

money has been on my mind lately, and i don't like it. i don't like money and i don't like to think about it. it bores me with its necessity. i am jealous of its power. it frustrates me with inappropriate emotions. it is food for the hungry and sugar for the ego. if we have the luxury of having it, it becomes what we fear when what we fear is what we don't face about ourselves. with or without it, i'm afraid.