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A Day in My Life
Chapter 1 of the novel I will probably never finish
I have no idea what is going on.
Actually, I do know a few things.
I am afraid of ducks and, only slightly less so, swans. I’m wearing brand new socks. I’m sporting newly straightened hair. And I’m on a bus right now.
Not much else.
While I probably should be concerned about this, I’m not.
I don’t know where I’m coming from or where I’m going to. But, I am enjoying the whole bus experience — trying to live in the present like that quack doctor advised me to (living in the past was getting way too expensive anyways). I am probably coming from home, but I really can’t be sure. I could have been going shopping or maybe I have a job….do I have a job? Do I shop? Maybe I live on this bus?
No, I probably do not live on this bus as, if I did, I would almost definitely smell worse and, for all intents and purposes, I smell spectacular. I don’t even want to spend one more minute contemplating the living-on-the-bus reality, although maybe in that reality I’d be taller.
I have this feeling I’m on my way from something — like maybe I am running away from my fears or troubles — I’ve done that before and I’ll do it again. Or maybe I am late on my way somewhere…or if…