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    cenizasyarena: Guest Directed Self #10, prompt by electronicalrattlebag: Take a picture of yourself with an important thing. You could tell us what the thing is, and why it is important to you. You could tell us how it smells, feels, tastes, sounds, if these are applicable. It was January 9, 2011. I was helping my dad run errands, one of which included a short stop at Costco. “Pick a book,” he said. “I want you to have something new to read on the plane tomorrow.” I picked a Neil Gaiman, because someone had once told me I’d like him.  I ended up falling asleep on the plane, barely past page 3. Work got in the way. School. 5 days later, my dad was dead. I look at it sometimes. At the book. I switch it around in my bookcase. If the mood is right, I might take it out and reread the blurb, remind myself of the storyline it promises. I can’t open it, though. Maybe I never will.

    cenizasyarena:

    Guest Directed Self #10, prompt by electronicalrattlebag:

    Take a picture of yourself with an important thing.

    You could tell us what the thing is, and why it is important to you.

    You could tell us how it smells, feels, tastes, sounds, if these are applicable.

    It was January 9, 2011. I was helping my dad run errands, one of which included a short stop at Costco. “Pick a book,” he said. “I want you to have something new to read on the plane tomorrow.” I picked a Neil Gaiman, because someone had once told me I’d like him. 

    I ended up falling asleep on the plane, barely past page 3. Work got in the way. School. 5 days later, my dad was dead.

    I look at it sometimes. At the book. I switch it around in my bookcase. If the mood is right, I might take it out and reread the blurb, remind myself of the storyline it promises. I can’t open it, though. Maybe I never will.



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