Stuff vs. Somewhere

I was on West Side Story cloud nine last night. I saw a high school production that was shockingly good. At home afterwards, I was bounding around the upstairs in a sports bra and a red slip, kicking my legs to Dance at the Gym and belting out A Boy Like That. I was just so sure that life is all bliss and magic, and I am still sure, but I had a much messier day today with half-resolved discussions.

Nov. 2011 "Always the population growing, And the money owing, And the babies crying, And the bullets flying."