Why This Post is so Short
by Andrew Tibbetts
The writing, that which matters to me most, is the first to go. All of life’s other components clamour. The rent must be paid. The bills. The responsibilities. The laundry. The writing makes no such demands-- which I suspect is the source of its joy giving. There’s an icing metaphor I don’t have to time to craft-- something about the thinnest slice being the first to melt-- but icing isn’t a slice and melting isn’t right either. It’s all too Macarthur Park. And besides I need to bring my laundry in before it rains. Or should I be honest and bypass the allusion to say ‘before one of my fellow tenants throws it on the dirty laundry floor to get at the dryer’?-- and now I have a short story idea that I don't have time for either. Sigh.
Photo: a Laundromat in Palatine that won the 2005 Coin-Op Magazine’s 'Most Beautiful Laundry.' It is most definitely NOT a photo of my laundry room.