THE FEELING Diary: Wait, What?

Varieties of silences; Aftertimes almost-heaven; not knowing what I mean but being excited to find out

Pals, pals, pals…

Want some pure, uncut stupidity? The other day I looked outside and saw my neighbor’s car, after having wondered if they had flown or driven to Florida (Toronto people often drive to Florida, it’s hell, I get it but I would be inclined to just get to North Carolina and stop, maybe forever), and when I saw her car I thought, “Oh. They fl…