I should back up a little bit, fill in some facts, some details, some context, some character, I should, but I won't.
Maybe all those things aren't important. Maybe the mystery matters. Maybe it's nice not to know occasionally.
Like consider this - I don't know when I'll next smell someone's over sprayed Eau De Toilette. It could be tomorrow. It could be months. It could be years.
See how riveting that mystery is? I don't even know what Eau De Toilette is! I could be smelling it right now. It's a riveting mystery. And the train I'm on right now just went over the Sydney Harbor Bridge, which is not just a beautifully, striking and dramatic location, but it's partially held together with rivets! So see how cool small details are?
Wait, now consider this, imagine if I swapped Eau De Toilette with hugs! Wow, now it's heartfelt, sad heartbreaking even. Can you imagine not knowing when you'll next smell someone's over sprayed hug?
So I think we've established that details matter, they make all the difference, and that's the exact opposite point I was trying to make. Oh fuck.
Ok so, in that case 'I'm here for all the wrong reasons', I should back up a little, fill in some facts, some details, some context, some character, and I will!
- it's a convenience store.
- I came for caffeinated and carbonated beverage but I've just discovered they sell caffeinated milk beverages, meaning I'm here for all the wrong reasons.
- I'm tired and thirsty.
- Me and some convenience store clerk.
Well that was all completely uninteresting. Clearly details suck. Now I don't know what to believe. You know forget it, I'm going home my floating elephant dream powered roller derby colored super expansive brilliance dwelling, and I'll think about something interesting to talk about tomorrow.