Four Each Day
Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Friday, November 15, 2024
Boxing
Tuesday, November 12, 2024
Fine, I’ll Be Nice
Sunday, November 10, 2024
Moe Line Drama
Friday, November 8, 2024
Like Bubba from Forest Gump, but Playlists
(Almost) My Last Post
The roses in the churchyard along the sidewalk are out late this year: salmon pink, elegant, and entirely incongruous in November. I stop, reach up, and pull one down to my face, and my nose fills with delicate fragrance.
The guy who was walking behind me catches up and passes me, and the waft of his cigarette mingles with the scent of the rose, not unpleasantly.
I’m thinking of these things as I continue walking, mulling them over for, perhaps, a poem, when a car honks, and I realize in my distraction I’ve walked out into the crosswalk with no regard for the light; I wave an apology and continue on my way.
Thursday, November 7, 2024
Good Advice
Tuesday, November 5, 2024
Leaving Their Mark
Someone has slapped a TRUMP 2024 sticker up on this ad in the subway station, raising the question of whether or not it’s even possible to deface an eyesore; regardless, I simply can’t allow this kind of blatant bullshit to remain out here, polluting the world.
But as I begin to peel the offending thing off, the diabolical strategy of its perpetrator reveals itself: they’ve used a cheap, thin paper to print the sticker, and a super-strong glue for sticking, meaning that any attempt to remove it will, unless done carefully, leave an ugly residue of torn paper and adhesive, marring permanently anything it’s touched.
I slow down, delicately working my fingernail all around the edge of the sticker to lift it, then applying even pressure as I pull, and while there’s still a shadow left behind, unless you’re looking for it, you’d hardly know it had ever even been.
But I know it was there, and wasn’t that the vandal's intention all along?