Thursday, June 24, 2010
"What have you been up to?" she asked; a stranger making a meager attempt at conversation. "Thinking," I replied honestly, hoping my question was answered thusly as well. (hypothetically, I cannot stand liars) "About what?" she asked, clearly disinterested. She reached in her purse and held on to something, but not bringing it into the open air; I was curious. "About future memories," I replied,"They are what fills up my soul, you see, I could have present memories, but I've no one to make them with." Suddenly she jerked, a deer in the headlights. "I'm getting a phone call, excuse me." She got up, retrieving her phone from her purse. She answered hello politely, and began chatting with thin air: I saw the blank screen she put to her ear.