What to do, what to write

Tap, tap, tap. My anxious rhythms driving me to a wordless place. An empty blog is becoming a refection of my own reality. Off to my oasis to find shade from the mid day blah of some mindless corporate dance.

I feast on BBQ Korean chicken, or chick pea fritter and cabbage, or some nameless noodle and animal combination, Vietnamese hot sauce and free tea. The best seat I can find is a metal bench.

Chopsticks in hand I shovel food into my mouth the way it was meant to be eaten. My Asian bench neighbor is teaching his granddaughter English via the daily paper. I wonder if she understands what she says. Doesn't seem to matter anyhow...it ain't reality on this park bench today.....



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