Sunday, September 11, 2011

write words on paper..........

mary francis watched him butter the toast. he held the edges of the slice in his left hand, moved the knife in systematic strokes, over and over. was he trying to distribute the butter evenly? or were there other, deeper requirements? it was sad to see him lost in small business, eternally buttering, turning routine into empty compulsion, without meaning or need.

1 comment:

SteveOh said...

Great author.