Guys, Ice Cream Is Pretty Good.
It’s pretty good. It’s also a brilliant and powerful metaphor for the temporary nature of all that is sweet and good in life.
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Sometimes, when you make a cup of tea, everything is okay. The steam coils over your wrist as you unplug the kettle. The teabag doesn’t fall into the mug, beyond hope of a non-scalding recovery. It isn’t even about drinking the tea. It’s just about everything being okay.
Between grief and nothing, I will take grief.– William Faulkner.
The sun breaks over the horizon like cheap china, bright and lurid, and I’ve turned off the music. At eighty miles an hour the world is colorless. Thoughts blow out the open windows into the too-cold air. Other cars are islands in the crashing wind, transporting faceless individuals from point to nebulous point. Rubber oars screech over the sea of pavement, propelled untiringly by iron...
There Are Things That Are Fine
Walter had enjoyed several of the experiences that combined to form the sum total of his life as a conscious being. He liked the feeling of sand between his toes, the sound of concrete being poured and the smell of a recently-cleaned chicken yard. He had been kissed twice and seldom thought about either occasion. He had, at one point, been sixteen.