this morning i was listening to soul coughing on the way to school, and i looked in the rearview mirror and noticed kristin and roland in the car behind me.  roland was silent, driving, but kristin, it seemed, was talking very fast.  her lips were moving at a pace that made it appear as though my rearview mirror was projecting in fast motion, while my windshield was showing at a normal pace.  it was a live music video for “one two, into the amplifier…“

second blonde girl brought her little brother to fiction class and directed him to sit in the chair next to mine.  as the class talked about benjy’s castration and caddy’s promiscuity in the sound and the fury, he sat silently, reading calvin and hobbes.  i spent part of the time listening to the lecture and the other part reading about spaceman spiff and susie derkins, even though the book was one i’d read before.

today i feel hollow and jittery, like an empty glass that you think is full, and since you’ve misjudged the weight of the glass and its absent contents, you lift it with more force than necessary and your hand jerks upward, possibly letting go of the glass, which bounces a few times before shattering on the tile.

i guess.  sometimes words are words and sometimes they don’t mean.