One gallon.
Have you ever thought about how much that is?
Maybe you think of a gallon of milk.
Maybe you think of a gallon of gas.
Maybe you think of a gallon of coffee (I WISH!).
Whatever you think of- a gallon is a gallon.
When I think of a gallon-
I think of a toilet.
-waiting for the odd looks and blank stares-
You see, when I think of a gallon, I think of pouring a gallon of water down the toilet everytime I flush.
-so she's one of those people an "environmentalist type"
No, not really.
You see, when I think of a gallon- and a toilet- I literally have to pour the water down the toilet- 1 gallon of water- everytime I use the bathroom.
-what's wrong with her?-
Well- our bathroom is under reconstruction you see and our toilet- in the basement- isn't hooked up to a waterline.
-weirdo-
Yeah- so when I think of a gallon- I think of hard work- I think of the amount of waste going into the toilet- not just the "waste" but the water waste- and most of all- I think of filling up a gallon of water and pouring it down every single time I have to use the bathroom.
So, you see, it's a natural conservatory effort- I conserve the water and the difficulty of getting water- conserves me.
A gallon.
What do you think of when you think of a gallon?
-1/24/17
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Thursday, January 19, 2017
A note on guilt
Like a looming cloud ov'r my head
You loom over me
Like a quiet whisper in my ear
Leading me astray
What is this voice and calling
That replays mistakes
The demon inside
Guilt
Like an angry man
On a cold winter's day
With his gruff hat
and his fake toupee
Calloused and rigid
The words you speak
Ring into my head
guilt
guilt
guilt
You loom over me
Like a quiet whisper in my ear
Leading me astray
What is this voice and calling
That replays mistakes
The demon inside
Guilt
Like an angry man
On a cold winter's day
With his gruff hat
and his fake toupee
Calloused and rigid
The words you speak
Ring into my head
guilt
guilt
guilt
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