as you were

i’m reading the wikipedia page for san marino. how does that happen?

it feels like every other patron in this restaurant has their eyes fixed
on me. my heart is beating uncomfortably fast. i mean, i notice it beating which means that it’s too fast.

i really ought to stop treating the people in my life like they’re capable
of being punctual. maybe then i’d stop finding myself in situations where i’m left to my own devices to this extent.

in a way, the liminal space is more appealing.
as i sit here amusing myself about how silly it is
to call an international treaty a “convention of friendship”,
my friends are still friends.

my daughters don’t resent me.

i’m not twice divorced.

my antidepressants haven’t stopped working.

the waiter is asking if i want anything to drink besides water.
i hesitate. he immediately fills the silence by providing a second option.
i take the latter.

i wonder how much flights to rimini are this time of the year.