We're All Mad Here » Autumn leaves

05-26-10

Autumn leaves

I stand in a field of gray cement under the canopy of mothes attracked to the overhead night lights of commerce. dressed simply in a green dress and agitation, he holds me in his arms so I won’t float off into the oblivion of my rage.

“you’ll find a new hobby,” he says to me. You’ll find yourself again. He kisses the top of my head to seal me to the ground, opens the car door for me to get in. We drive off from the bookstore where I spent an hour in frustration realizing my old stopping grounds no longer applied to me. I couldn’t find my new self amongst the shelves.

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[...] If you were in the Beaver Library last night, you probably saw a girl who looked relatively frazzled. She was aimlessly wondering the stacks pulling books, flipping through the table of contents, re-shelving with meticulous OCD, moving to the next book. So on and so forth. She collapses in front of the vintage Dear Abby and Anne Landers books, gets up looking white as a ghost as she looks for a connection between the archaic advice columns and web 2.0. She moves back to the business books. On to the self help books. The children’s books. Rushing frantically around looking for a lost notepad and proposal on the shelves somewhere. Fidgeting at a table, staring blankly ahead at the gorgeous river surround by hills of fall foliage struggling against the winter breeze. Looking for answers amongst the shelves has always been a favorite past time of mine. [...]

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