Tear Out the Page

I haven’t written in a long time; I might as well do it now on a napkin. I’m in the bathtub again, just like every morning and evening. Often, a thought or idea comes to me, but lately, so many temptations distract me that I hardly write at all. Good thing I have a backlog. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be publishing in Columns, and though I try to avoid commitments, I fulfil those I’ve made consistently. I’m honest, as a Jew should be.

Lately, I’ve tried so many interesting things. I’ve eaten, cooked, sailed, sewn, and dreamed of a clothing collection. I’ve had even more fun, but that’s not something to write about. Not today. Sometimes, I long for old age, though I wouldn’t trade this body for anything. I can already see how painfully it will fade. I see all those children returning to school. They hate the call. How much I’d give for just one more year of school. For one more house party, one more time skipping class, one more cigarette, smoked for the first time…

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