The Weight of Raisins

"We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness." --Tom Waits, on what is wrong with the world (and me). I can't handle it, you guys. All of it. Raisins and the bus schedule, iphones, the sound of Zoey singing. The walls are thin and I can feel winter pass through each window pane. It's my own doing, of course, isn't it always? I told myself I had to post every day, like a job. But the raisins--did I tell you? They are everywhere! On the floor beneath the coffee table, in between the cushions of every seat, lining the bottom of my purse like lint. And if I have learned anything in this world it is to listen to raisins, what the sun will do to a grape.
I will not be posting every day anymore. More like 3 days a week, I think. No less. Certainly no less. I mean, you won't think less of me will you? You'll still visit, read? Comment? After all, if Tom Waits is right, then maybe my posts will be better this way. And let's be honest--when has Tom Waits ever been wrong? Never, I tell you, never, which is good because there are odd raisins in my car stuck like pebbles across the floorboards.

xoxo,
S

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