Reflections
-
Help! There’s mold on my pancakes!
This post was originally written in February 2024. Yesterday I had banana pancakes for breakfast. I buttered them generously, and when I went to pour maple syrup on top, I was met with a fuzzy ball of black and green. There on my pancake was the smallest pouring of syrup overtaken by mold. I didn’t…
-
A picture book of thoughts.
I found a book of short stories inspired by Edward Hopper paintings recently in a used bookstore. I’m not usually one for paintings. I really like museums, and I really love art, so I’ll go stare at some paintings to enjoy their colors, but not much else. Because I don’t feel that magnet in my…
-
The Infinite Jest
In the bookstore I work at, we sell copies of Infinite Jest. As someone who was once an English major, and who now works in a bookstore, I spend and have spent a lot of time reading people. Let me tell you something about the customer who comes in the store asking for a copy…
-
I have this green floral ottoman,
and I can’t decide if I should get rid of it or not. I mean, I just got it. So I’m debating whether or not to keep it, because I’m moving apartments right now, and I know I’ll inevitably have to move again. I’m pretty sad about it, because it keeps happening. And normally I…
-
I held my pee in for two hours at the Still Woozy concert last night.
Not usually one for concerts, having fainted at one and experienced shitty crowds at every other, I refused to leave my spot last night in the audience. It’s not that I thought someone would steal my spot. Far from, actually. The crowd was incredibly considerate, making sure everyone could see over each other, bringing strangers…
-
Seven minutes in heaven.
I like to sit on my windowsill, five stories up, with the window screen pushed open and my legs dangling out. I like to stare at the bikers riding by, the wasp lodging itself in between the bricks of my building. My favorite sight is the single brown backed bird on top of the big…
-
Thoughts in an overthinking ex-English major’s mind
“Symbolism, symbolism, symbolism. Or are they just clouds? But they look like peonies. And the planes look like ants. What else could that be but ants crawling through a garden, carving their homes, feeding on grass? Grass. Grass? Do ants eat grass? Or maybe mulch. Or the crumbs I lay in their hands. Meaning…meaning, meaning.…
-
Jump in!
I’ve been thinking a lot about those videos of swimming instructors dropping babies in the pool and snapping at them until they float to the surface. Imagine the aggravating assault of being submerged in water, sounds around you muffled and drowned out by the blood pumping in your ears. And a spazzing adult human like…
-
Fighting through the forest.
I am the woman that men always meet right before they have to leave somewhere to some faraway place for some commitment that cannot be changed. And I am here, not willing to relocate for a man I met three weeks ago. It always happens. I meet someone who wants to sweep me off my…
-
What do I do about my house?
I have one trusty safety pin that I use for any skirt, dress, or pair of pants that don’t fit me. I don’t know how to sew, and I don’t care to learn, so when it comes time to hem or take a waist band in here and there, a safety pin is my best…
Kit Iyer 