When you look up, sometimes you see the trail of a plane. I used to think those were made by spaceships. I had no concept of space travel. Or distance. But I was amazed by them. I kind of wish I still believed that.
Mel introduced me to a new site called oneword.com. When you click go, a word pops up, and you have 60 seconds to write about it. I love weirdo, artsy crap like this. My first attempt:
hut
I could imagine spending my days in a simpler residence. A hut sounds simple, right? But I’d miss t.v. I’d miss the computer I’m writing on. Most of all, I’d miss longing for simpler things. Because, although I say I want to simplify, I very rarely do what I need to to make my life less complicated.
