I am making mac and cheese. There are minutes within every second, if only I could unpack all these boxes. Spring, a merry-go-round for children. Horrifying movies are made everyday. Our roommate’s white cat, Mooey, just purred. Water spilling over. A door opens and on the other side is a bed room not currently mine. Do you think I’ll get the position? I do not know where I will live at the end of this month. Soon these words will appear as a toothbrush, a guitar string, the colander awaiting mac and cheese. Italy must be a beautiful country. Someone left half an avocado with a spoon in it on the counter; a lack of laughter gnawing on it. Yesterday I received this email: “Since you sound like a lovely individual, I would advise you to avoid typos and punctuation errors in emails looking for a job! Good luck in your search. The typos make your email too unprofessional to consider.” What is there to believe about a mirror? More space than space. Knives cut at what must occur to help embellish the direction of the stream. Here count to 3. Thank you = each instant; dynamic particular to the embodiment of the moment. Greenish-white flowers have become the face of a tree in the backyard. I just cut myself on the razor-metalic lid of a tin can, it felt like it went to the bone. Thick dark crimson blob dripping on the keypad. Tomatoes.