Things I love
M.G. Listening to “1979” by the Smashing Pumpkins while driving at night. Running until my body hurts. Falling in love. Writing. Writing horribly. Potential. Wishes. The past. Listening to Dark Side of the Moon with headphones in the dark. Reading about history. The words “byzantine,” “recalcitrant,” and “exacerbate.” Jackets falling off shoulders. In Cold Blood. Jewish women. Books that treat words like art. Human vulnerability. College. Trusting trustworthy people. Distrusting people who aren’t trustworthy. The hallways between classes at my school. Die Weissen Rose. Sticking my nose in old books. Having 100-page Facebook conversations at hours no sane human being is awake at. In the Aeroplane Over the Sea. My green jacket. Historical artifacts. Old, wrinkly women with thin, white hair who call me “dear.” Sweat on the backs of necks. Red hair. The future. Little babies, who represent the future. Melodious voices. Listening to the same song over and over and over again until I’m tired of it. Being ugly. Being beautiful. Nineteen Eighty-Four. Getting sad people to smile. Hair down to the collar. Being amazed at the utter insignificance of the human race in the scheme of things. The Mayans and the Aztecs. Knowing nothing but the extent of my own ignorance. Being in love with a literary genius.
