. . .And Trying to Keep a Happy Face

"August is the month when wars start. It's when water dries up and the spirit begins to wither. Insomniacs pull down their shades and lock themselves in their rooms in August. Lifelong friends have fist fights. People feel like they're going to burst. Sometimes they do."
- Al Aronowitz, August Blues

I don't go looking, because I know there is only so much to find.
I distract myself from reading, because it prolongs the process.
A good book is like good sex, a worn velour blanket, or a tyranny of other weary similes.
A good book protects me from myself and others.
And I don't want it to be over.

I want the things which keep me in one place.
The prose and story that cancel out the static.
I don't need time to stop.
I just want it to be quiet.

Sometimes, I wish more of us had hidden manuscripts to leave behind.
But I would have settled for just him.