My niece says she doesn't really have hobbies. She doesn't want to learn to dance, or sing, or paint, or write, or act, or sew. After hearing this I have to resist an urge to whisk her away somewhere more interesting and challenging.
I think of my handful of friends who have grown up all over this world. In some cities most of their memories are bomb shelters. In other cities they remember birthday parties, the Eiffel Tower, drinking out of leaves in the rain forest.
Looking at my niece I see the potential for all of that. This idea that she could be bigger than anyone else who's come before us, you know?
Ah youth.
I'm settling for buying her a skateboard. Turns out Jake the Great is a skater, but all she can do is watch him at the park because she doesn't have a board.
We're fixing that next weekend.
This week I'm concentrating on finishing up. I realized yesterday that half of my life lately is deciding what I'm gonna wear to a club. And really that's not so bad, since grand entrances are my calling.
I just need to get in where I fit in.
So this week I'm working on that. I'm picturing things you've never seen before, about to make them happen.
I had a lot of Almosts this weekend. And all night last night I dreamed a love rendezvous that never came true. I woke up unfulfilled, decided to build my own satisfaction from scratch.
And how. Night.
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