Layout of the lobby got me so Be Here Now-ing that I never actually made it to my appointment. Meanwhile my apartment is one spilled bowl of popcorn away from a natural disaster. After brushing fingertips with this business, the coarse irritations of my own world have grown corrosive, leaving me too raw to imagine filling the empty rooms of my life with anything other than more emptiness. But I have faith that the day will come when the morning sun claws through every fist sized hole in my drywall to reveal permission from beyond that I may knock it all down once and for all.
For now, though I just try to maintain weekly trips to TFS's non fluorescent, unspoken invitation to crouch behind the fish tank and eat free mints while staff pretends not to notice me. Finding the experience quite therapeutic. read more