Be right back.
I don't know how this is going to go, but I'll be driving down to Cherry Bomb, on Cherry St., to see who I can meet. So until that time has passed, and I can write at last, I'll post this for now as a marker for how I almost got to post something insightful--hopefully delightful--today.
If you know about it too, I hope to meet you there so we can share all the things we don't want to say--but say things that we may or may not present--during the time we spend together... Perhaps we'll find that it was more than what we bargained for. For now, I'll have to say:
brb
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About Me
- Indigo Ink
- I attend Aquinas College, which is a little Catholic private school within the city of Grand Rapids, MI. Currently, I aspire to be an English teacher and a translator of various languages, including but not limited to Japanese, Chinese, and Arabic.
P.S. Note
The power and extension of things is amazing. Have you ever held a penny, for example, and thought of all the places a single penny has been? Especially now, when American money has hit its peak and being used worldwide. Heck, you could be carrying a penny that went to France! Or Jamaica! Or Indonesia!
For some people, the only foreign experience they have is through things. Transported, traded, commodities that no one gives a second glance. However, knowing that many unrelated things found around the world could link people from a single restaurant in a single town in a single country is cool.
The reality is: Americans are broken. These things pose less significance or usefulness than the truth, and keep people individual, unique, and separate.
Where do your things come from? Where are they going? And, also, you?
For some people, the only foreign experience they have is through things. Transported, traded, commodities that no one gives a second glance. However, knowing that many unrelated things found around the world could link people from a single restaurant in a single town in a single country is cool.
The reality is: Americans are broken. These things pose less significance or usefulness than the truth, and keep people individual, unique, and separate.
Where do your things come from? Where are they going? And, also, you?
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