Cups

It’s not that it’s all about me. Really, it isn’t. It’s just that I enjoy symmetrical moments. I enjoy reference points. I revel in connections, even if they are unconscious. I love echoes. It makes me feel remembered.

So it’s not that the still from Kwik Stop (below) has ANYthing to do with me – it doesn’t (there are cups like that in diners across America) … it’s just that there is a certain symmetry to it, a looping back, an overlap – that I find intensely satisfying. Bittersweet maybe, but intensely satisfying. It made me smile the first time I saw it and it makes me smile now.

There’s more to write about. I’m working on something. Something that has to do with memory. Not just with memory, but with being remembered. And not just being remembered, but being remembered accurately. How rare it is. To be remembered accurately.

But that can be it for now. Those two brown coffee mugs are not all about me, but like Lee Strasberg once said, “Sometimes you look at a pair of your shoes, and suddenly you see your whole life.”