I like it when you see a stranger and you get to catch a little glimpse into their life and what it might be like. The other day, at work, an adorable man walked up pushing a baby stroller and holding a Down East Outfitters bag in his hand. It was just him there, buying his food, and yet-- in this man, standing there by himself, I could see the other people he was connected to. i caught a glimpse of what fatherhood meant to him and what his relationship with his baby girl might be like just be looking at the pink stroller he was pushing with a tinge of pride in his eyes. I caught a glimpse of his wife in the shopping bag he held that possibly contained the dress that he was going to surprise her with that night or the dress she asked him to pick up for her, or hold after she purchased it. His life seemed really nice in that glimpse. One man. Three people. A little glimpse of what his whole world might be like. i wonder what people catch a glimpse of when I walk up to counters...
"I saw myself sitting at the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, the plopped to the ground at my feet.."
"'What about me?' she said whispered and shivered again. 'I'm very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on forever. Not knowing what's yours until you've thrown it away. The mean reds, their nothing. The fat woman, she's nothing, this, though... '"
excerpts taken from my notebook... the bell jar.. and breakfast at tiffany's (novel)
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