Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Slice of life

Today I walked from New York to New Jersey, and back again. I drank coffee and listened to a young, upper middle-class woman list all the things she didn't have, all the things she wanted, and her fear of the future. I cleaned my floors and washed my rugs, and in an attempt to make sure no one cut their finger on the broken water glass, I cut my finger on the broken water glass.

1 comment:

Tai said...

I loved this little story. And ouch, finger!