Dangerous Compassions

the stage of grief where I google how to deactivate my facebook account

Ming is heating up some breakfast and peeling a sumo fruit to eat.  I like the way he keeps going.

from yesterday:

“Do you know sand smells?” I asked Ming.

“Do I know how sand stones?”

“Do you know how sand smells?” I asked again, enunciating.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Does it smell that way just in California, do you think?”

“No, everywhere,” he said.

“Even in Germany?” I asked.

“Rocks have different smells,” he said.

“Yeah, maybe sand is made of different rocks, over there,” I said.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *