space-oddity's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- in memory i was walking out of the grocery store tonight, and i saw a plaque on the wall out of the corners of my eyes. the face in the small photo that was matted to it seemed vaguely familiar. i got to the door and stopped and turned around and walked up to the picture. it was of a man that used to work at the store. i remembered him. i remember seeing him almost every time i'd go in there. he was one of those people that while standing in line, i'd stare at and think up little stories about just to pass the time. i guess we all do that. you unconsciously consciously make up little assumptions about strangers just by the way they look or talk or seem. in the end, i guess you can just string together all of the little assumptions, and then you can get, at least what appears to be, a clear picture into someone's life, though really you just haven't a clue. i mean, i guess that's just how my mind wanders when i'm out, seeing strangers walk by. i just imagine that everyone else thinks like that, too. anyway, all of this kind of flashed through my mind for a second, and then i sort of snapped out of it, and i started to read the plaque. "in memory of... serving seven years of loving service..." the guy's dead. it startled me. i wish i had something more poignant or meaningful to type, but i don't. just something interesting that happened today.. i guess. my apartment's freezing, and it smells like something's burning. and i don't like going to sleep alone. 12:30 am - 02.07.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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