Probably no relation to the surprise second-placer in the recent election, though there is a store called "Odiot" next door and it is, after all, only one letter.
I am in a kind of enclosed terrace, a greenhouse of sorts where the sun can shine onto the green paper placemats and green plastic Heineken ashtrays within. The cane wicker chairs are accentuated in green as well, and the carpet is the color and texture of a miniature golf course where the obstacles are businesspeople drinking Perrier in emerald green glass bottles. The only thing sprouting here, though, are the words in my notebook, and I try to grow them into sentences and paragraphs even though my thumb in this respect is probably not quite green enough yet (this sentence alone is ample proof of that).
The table I sit at is white painted circular metal. Ths sugar cubes came in a package that portrayed two ducks in flight. I unwrapped them carefully so that I could add the wrappers to my collection which is, at the moment, just stuck between the pages throughout my writing notebooks. I will give them a notebook of their own eventually and paste them in for easy viewing, probably just one of many sugar cube packet collections that no doubt exist all over the world.
Did I mention the napkins are golden yellow? In front of me is a terrific view of the front of the Madeleine church. Truly inspirational.
Copyright © 2002 David Sadegh.
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