Daily Musings

Sometimes I wonder if I'm losing my sanity. Probably if I talked to a trained psychologist today, they'd say, "Yes." When the things that felt right fall through, what does it mean? Can I no longer interpret the voice of God? It makes no sense why I am here. Yet, I feel so much better here than I would in Salt Lake, and I don't know why. Before I left this last time, my brother asked if I would ever live in Utah again. I had to say, "No." And what of our plans to build up the family business, the long dreamed of Yonsei, Inc.? Perhaps there'll be an eastcoast branch.

The T

Green shirt, white peacoat, and long black hair. She pulls a kid size box of thin mints out of her pocket and pops a few in her mouth. She is clearly reading the Metro that the woman next to her is holding.

Nude hose, white tennis shoes, and a short green skirt that can only be part of a uniform. She is asleep, fist on hand, elbow on metal. Her brow is furrowed.