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No One Home

So I went walking around the neighbourhood. Knocking on doors. To say hello.

I did not realize - until now - that this - as behaviour - is no longer done.

I wanted advice on a pie I was intending to bake - rhubarb with fruit flies.

The silence was enormous.

We grow up believing in the notion of community.

No one answers. I find that irksome. I dreamt that I was on Mars, as the mayor. There was no else there. Perhaps I was the president.

I'd like to go for a run right now to clear my mind but there are seven things wrong with one of my knees. The other is fine.

Or I shouldn't say fine.

The other knee is struggling to deal with the phenomena of having nothing wrong with it.

Every time I shave, my neck gets thicker.

Someone on the street today called me obtuse.

I don't like to think that I am obtuse.

I'd prefer vermillion.


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MegL wrote on July 20, 2016, 1:00 AM

Rhubarb pie I know. Rhubarb with fruit flies is a new one on me. I love your phrase, "We grow up believing in the notion of community. No one answers." I know you may not have meant them to be together in maybe that exact way but it sounds just right.

Squidwhisperer wrote on July 20, 2016, 11:52 PM

Yeah - wonderful accidents...