Thursday, September 18, 2008
Smells like grapes.
The sun is going down. I’m driving. It’s 7:21pm. My window is cracked, and something smells like grapes. The smell is possibly being caused by some grapes. There used to be grapes growing on a fence bordering the back yard at the house I grew up in. Concord grapes with pits. This smells identical to that, and the smell is transporting me back through time. I’m getting whipped with memories, and I don’t see any grapes. All I had today was two pancakes and a lot of coffee. The straight line of my mind is starting to warp a little bit, and why am I on this exit ramp? What exactly am I accomplishing right now? What am I going to eat, and where are those pitted Concord grapes?