Saving Up for Someday
Was doing some object writing to warm up today. Liked this bit:
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Ashes, smudgy grey stains on the beautiful red velvet sofa. And it used to be so pretty.
Making a case for covering our lives in plastic. Keeping it nice by keeping it ugly. Sitting down on a loud, rustly polyurethene blanket.
Heaven forbid we live a little, get the house a little dirty. Can’t it all be replaced? Does any of it matter any way?
Save up your pennies for a rainy day, then hoard them and barricade yourself inside when the rain does come. Log the frequent flyer miles for a trip you’ll never take. Save the good china for the hypothetical dinner party with world leaders that never actually happens.
It’s okay. Just wish for more wishes.
