I erase a microcosm of worlds with a mental snap of my fingers. The click sounds like the embarrassment of hindsight.
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I stand motionless behind a wrinkled pear of a woman. We are two opposite reflections. I watch with an interested eye as she piles up trinkets with geriatric care: a tupperware container. Dishwashing soap. Two packages of Mike and Ikes. A bottle of obfuscated pills. A stack of sealed paper plates.
I find myself with a smile that bends the edge of my face like a fish-hook. Pointed and honest and delicate. Not laughing. Seeing the acceleration of mundanity framed in reality. I celebrated it mentally with a sensation of serenity.
I conjured purely made-up cliffnotes of her life from the reagents of her purchases.
I wondered what my life would be like, at her age.
I saw a vision of precognition in her transaction. Paying for another day of life. The sum total of it's meaning encapsulated in the items bought and bagged, and then shuffled out the door.
11:12 p.m. - 2014-08-04
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