Friday, October 18, 2013

The Memories of Acacia

I am re-using pics from last year, or the year before. Yes, it must be the year before. It was.

I feel like I'm living out my life through a Raymond Carver story, a very specific one. Frank Martin's place.

No, it's not that, the details are all wrong, though the remembered feeling of it is exact. There is always that, the storytelling. Before it's all over I will have a few of those. I will listen to a few as well, as they are presented to me. Some comedy, some tragedy. Ah, and of course, some melodrama.

Comedy is the sometimes private thoughts of the tragician. 

There'll be plenty of that, too. Comedy. Plenty of it.