Friday, November 27, 2015

Diary of a Geriatric Scarlet: November 27, 2050

I asked my niece to name her favorite place, and she said, "my home." I replied by quoting the immortal words of that old rapper Mos Def: "home is not where you're from, it's where you're at."

If you work your turf right, it can sustain you indefinitely— like you're a plant positioned to get just enough sun and water and nutrients. It's your own job to set up the conditions in your warren of rooms just as you need them to thrive.

I surround myself with only the things that please me immensely. When you're young, you don't have enough scheckel to pull this off. Nor have you had enough time to find these things or recognize them when you see them.

I like sheets on my bed that are crisp and thick. I like taxidermy crows with their beady glass eyes and their corvidae heritage. I like items made of silk and porcelain. I like clean surfaces and gold and silver doubloons.


NaBloPoMo November 2015
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