From the early 70s once or twice a year my mom would go to Swan Market and pick up a necessity of sausages — I told the woman at the deli this was the first time I’d been here in 45 years — She pointed out the owner who had been there since 1970 — He didn’t remember my mom — I’m sure the shop was somewhere else then
Nostalgia is a form of vanity — a belief in the singular self in time — It can be comforting
Every time I see myself — I see a stranger — sometimes they’re frightening — sometimes familiar — but far less indulgent or vain than our belief we are the same day to day
The predictions I made for the last few days — were mostly correct — Hyatt said ‘The ability to predict the future means there is no future.’
Of the four who shared those sausages — only two remain — Meaning? As Roshi is fond of saying ‘What does meaning mean?’
On that note, y’all — hope you enjoyed your harvest festival whenever and whatever you call it.
Spent a pleasant day with extended family. Once the youngster, now the oldest. So it goes.