Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Happy Christmas, Harry

It's like an empty feeling, a really big and empty feeling. Imagine a hole in the ground, like a trap, with a picnic cloth spread over it. And waiting for someone to walk by and (perhaps hoping for a picnic) stumble onto the cloth and into the hole and feeling up that empty feeling. When in reality it's still merely a hole with a person in it.

People take up space and make each other feel less empty.

I don't think that's a bad thing, as long as you know a lot of people. Or if you take up a lot of space inside the emptiness of someone else.

Oh bother.

1 comment:

  1. Word.
    But I prefer the latter... you know, quality over quantity.