Why is everything near me developing holes lately? It’s not just thanks to the cheapened quality of everything, but the fact that it happened all at the same time. My sleeve, my shoes, my skirt, my jacket pocket, new. Everything, for some reason or another, has a hole, and they all started when I left away from home.
I want to make this something metaphorical, but truly, I haven’t the slightest idea what it means. It could be that my life is coming apart at the seams and restitching itself into something new, but even that seems flimsy at best, because my life feels great. All I’m shocked by is that everything decided to unravel by the seams the second I stepped away from my sewing kit, now 4,000 miles away from me.
HAPPY 