Saul Z / Texts
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Right for the rams, left for the muezzins naturally.
Desert golden, walled, the one and only, bellybutton of the world (that's what the Rabbis say), Jerusalem.
The freshness seal of plastic wrap and wax paper is what does it for me.
The glory returns?
I once made a similar mistake, but it never involved another car - only loose shoelaces, a steep hill, and a Pete Rose slide.
I have learned from your task completion that indeed there is great difference between decision and choice.
Little rectangles containing useless information join forces to tell us our futures, take our money, and cause limps by weighing down the wallet side of the pants.
I hope the shredded paper is (ever-so-useful) (and incriminating) tax information. Either that or years and years worth of love notes.
and what to add?
I too for some reason did this task at about 4 in the morning. It's the quiet (self-interested) shuffling of cards into orderly rows that calms the heart but won't let you sleep.
Are you gonna start the sunshine?
This somehow doesn't fit the dream.
It's the breaks between successes. A space, a bridge while waiting for Jackie. Waiting for Jackie.
Oh yeah, and greetings from the holy city.