When….
….I chat with my maternal grandmother (which isn’t very often anymore) it feels like church. We can go over 2 months without speaking and the more time goes by - the guiltier I feel for not reaching out. So. When we do finally speak - for those 10 or 20 minutes - she always begins the conversation by asking me - in Kriolu - how I’m living. I tell her more or less the same and she always responds with : “yes, me too, my girl.” Then she pauses dramatically before sighing and laughing in the same breath. I feel redemptive for days….
A guy walks into a meaningless universe. He sees this gorgeous blonde sitting at the bar. It’s obvious she’s never read a word of Dostoevsky, much less Kierkegaard. So he says to her, “Is it meaningless in here, or is it just me?,” and she says, “My place or yours?”
