Alyson

I’ve been reading more, trying to understand what a good idea is and how to write one. Trying to resuscitate the part of my mind that might have been close to figuring it out. I am the plot of The DaVinci Code: person dies with secrets on the verge of discovery, more clueless person tries to figure them out before it’s too late. I am all the people.

It could be so easy to run away. The walking out, I mean. The closing the door, the being nonchalant, the skipping through the park and the smiling at strangers. That might be a good idea, but I wouldn’t be able to write about it. Toss.

The outstretched arms of the other coast seem not to tire. But maybe that’s because they haven’t felt my embrace yet. ♦