Snippets.

I've been thinking about writing.  And, while I do enjoy crafting words to elicit emotions and images, I often don't have a complete enough idea, or the patience to put the entire thing together.  The things I come up with rarely have such personal appeal that I can't put them down until they're perfect pieces.  Or, they are only pieces to a larger puzzle, and I haven't seen enough of the picture yet.  So, they either get jotted down on my phone's notepad, written with a pen and stashed away somewhere, or forgotten.  But, in knowing that not all compositions are peer review articles, novels, or formal pieces, I'll put down the following bit I just came up with while packing for yet another trip.  After all, if there's anything I've learned in the past few years, it's that the best amusement (and indeed, relief to pain and stress) for me is found in the small ironies and details of life that give so much away.  Well, here you go:

Clothes laid unfolded for a month.  A watch that still had the time difference from the Charleston visit a month ago was in the stack.  Paired down to the necessities for the activities I choose, my apartment lacks luxuries.  The only reason I bought two chairs, one of which still remains in the box, is because enough people told me I needed one.  I suppose it's nice to sit down, but it encourages laziness.  What's next, a couch?