it's like when you turn your passion into your job and then you no longer enjoy it? it's quite common amongst us artists. and if i can't enjoy my grilled stuft burrito, well, i'm not really sure what the point of any of this is.
i don't want to leave you empty-handed though, so let me share this one final story from the taco bell on NE interstate & going:
i drove up to the window -- it was a hot summer day. a fuzzy from a nearby cottonwood tree floated between me and the guy holding my bag of food. it floated towards me, as if it wanted to catch a ride home. i reached out to grab it, but missed, and it floated instead toward jeff,* who also tried to grab it but missed.
"i know they're not alive, but..." jeff laughed.
"but they clearly have souls," i replied.
jeff handed me my burrito and told me to have a lovely evening. and you know what? i did.
*i have no idea what his name was.
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