Ashlandsblog

Imagine me clearing my throat before I say this … one of my favorites came to tell me, actually- 

how it really happened :

In the underground tunnels of Downtown Winnipeg, measured footsteps blessed the orange tiles with his steps. His cape, long as hell. Crown blinding bystanders, shiny particles of dust wafting off of him, slicked back hair, and an unreadable face. Stylish on overdrive. Walking towards me. At this point I was poetically bent down and when he was right at the counter, instead of bending, the platelets of the world titled down- and so did he- to tell me, “haven’t read your blog.”

The lights went out for a moment, not just in the tunnels, the world. Monitors and screens, zapped out of life, and something inside me too. 

It’s not the fact that he hasn’t read my blog, it’s how casually he hasn’t read it. And how okay he is. In fact his life is better without my blog.