It’s like my favorite Borrelia burgdorferi is always saying: Necessity is the mother of infection. Ain’t that the truth! But truth is a slippery thing. Like an oh-shit! bar coated in astroglide. And necessity is in the eye of the credit card holder. Or, as Dora might say: Swiper no swiping. Let me break it down: The Left is Right that Right now is the exact time not to be Left out. We saved you a spot in right field. Hackers are fingering your personal data right now. Look–a celebrity did anything! Follow/Like/Fav/Heart/ThumbsUp/Reblog/Tweet me down the Tartrazine Brick Road…
I’m riding the train home yesterday and frantically scribbling in my journal. It keeps me
sane. OK, it keeps me from hurting others. And yet I neglect it. But not yesterday. I’m textually vomitting all over the page about office crap and my son’s health condition and blah, blah, blah when I look at the punctuation ending one sentence–it looks like this: ?!!
My eyes kind of lose focus for a second and this question mark and two exclamation points fades into the white space around it and I suddenly think of how useless all these lines and curves and symbols are that I’m spewing forth and just start to write this:
Leifin nein oblagotorios enchen neuf tach frurorolli. Engstadd öön. Echros neurnh, echros neinh. Elyoshief leigenkor de leiblicht des rayjahft. Ornhecht dev fursh leptnurgh ell jehtts.
This is perhaps the closest words will ever come to expressing how I feel.