A good wink
I’ve been contemplating a Cate Le Bon line––what does it mean to push love through the hourglass? I’ve already watched Pride & Prejudice twice this week. The anticipation of menstruation can feel like an eternity. I drink a gallon of parsley tea. I reread Didion's essay on Georgia O’Keeffe while admiring the postcard of her with a cow skull on my desk. Don’t forget to buy tickets to see Zadie Smith. I look up the birth charts of all 4 of these women. I have a new admiration for Kim Gordan, so I look her’s up too.
A giant beetle landed on the ground outside my door. Jet ran outside to inspect it. The buzzing stopped and I assumed it was dead. I heard it buzzing again and saw it was stuck on its back. I helped it flip over with the end of a broomstick. It flew away. Jet looked startled. It’s ok, I say, it’s free now. I google ‘beetle symbolism.’ Supposedly they symbolise persistence and transforming in the face of adversity. Then I cried and went to work. I feel safe knowing AI can never take over the service industry.
They’re a good winker, I tell Katie.
A good wink can go a long way, she says.
I put the wink in a stone and push it through the hourglass.
August 2023