The short red dress. The living in the moment. The trash. The trashcan. The laughter. The photographer. This photo. The city. The carefree spirit. The cars zipping by. The street. The trash in the trashcan. The location we were going to. The witch at the location we had just left. The place we began. The entire night. My life. Our lives. The music. The heels and the flats. Not knowing what tomorrow will bring. The view from here. The vindication. The taxi ride. The taxi driver. People wanting to bite us. The flash. The fountain. The bench. The bags. The announcement. The people we wanted to help but couldn't so we didn't. The single coin in the fountain. The trying to scale a wall of bushes and realizing that was a bad idea. The elevator full of inquiry. The two seconds of jazz. The quick departure. The slow departure. The taxi vs. train debate. The taxi. The train. The phone call. The writing of a blog post. The starting with sunlight and ending with street light. The old man game. The reading/the looking over sides when I should have just gone to sleep. The wonder. The waking up to do most of it again, even if only in my head. The new news and the recap. The shattered glass. The wait.
All of this- life. Combining all of these things is Shitty Fab! It is.
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photograph by Christine Jean Chambers
photograph by Christine Jean Chambers
2 comments:
I may begin to read this somewhat regularly, as a kind of daily affirmation, maechi's affirmation. For when the cynicism starts to spread, easy like butter, like it does, to remember how epic all the small details of our shittyfabulous lives come together. To remember the slow burn of gratitude for all of this fleeting stuff of everyday legend that is the shitfab. thanks for this.
ahhh...Caitlin, thank YOU! -Metch
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