Rote
Feb 23, 2017 · 1 min read
I walk around with titles in my head nowadays. They occur to me when they best know I’m least likely to jot them down; that space of time when I’m gauging how far the next car is, its speed and whether it would be prudent to cross the road; when a whirl of dust blows directly at you, forcing you to close your eyes and pause your breathing; those few seconds of indecision before choosing to dive into a pool; just after hitting a five-minute snooze on my morning alarm; right now, while writing this.
I like that I don’t write them down. I like, though, that I wrote this down.
