Shortcut

A car passes by outside, speeding down Mattingly. My shade is drawn shut so I can only hear the sound of the engine. My mind wanders. I'm supposed to be writing something else, but now I'm writing this instead.

Today, for me, has been dull. I watched Stranger Than Fiction and thought about how there might still be beauty in this world. I will never know any of these people in passing cars. Their stories are insignificant to me, I've got my own shit to sift through.

I guess I wish them all the best, though. I guess. But I wish they'd stop using Mattingly as a shortcut. I grew up here, and it's more than that.