I can't say it like I write it...I can't write it like I think it...I can't think it like I feel it...and I don't feel a thing.
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
cool crisp air, christmas songs on the radio, busy traffic in town, running last minute errands to the grocery store, long lines at the cash register, church service tonight....ive had to remind myself several times today that it is thanksgiving eve and not christmas eve.
He heard the words drag out. He felt them pull out of his mouth like freight cars, jangling, backing up on each other, grating to a halt, sliding, clinching back, jarring, and then suddenly stopping as roughly as they had begun. It was over. --Flannery O'Connor, "The Barber"
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