For the memoir
Out at dinner tonight, I tried something new. I became a camera and started capturing details “for my memoir.” (The memoir I may or may not write one day.)
The fig illustrtions on the staircase wallpaper at the spot we didn’t get into.
The man pouring steel bowls full of ice over the shellfish at the spot we did get into.
The dust on the glass of the cylindrical hanging lamps.
The Mondrian-themed window on the walk home, and the clouds shrouding the moon.
I love thinking about the future. Finally: this feels like a way to let thinking about the future ground me.