Post 22: Intermission post
This blog post feels a bit like an interlude. Not really an interlude to my other blog posts, but mainly just an interlude to my started, attempted, not yet written posts. I actually began this blog with the intention that every post would be done in one motion--that there wouldn’t be able to be a post that was started without being finished--that each post would be completed as one fell swoop, as a not-too-thought-out impression of something. But, I seem to be drifting toward posts that want to be longer, or that have more time-consuming thought-projects. Anyway, this post takes on the status of an intermission in that it seems to be…more meaningless than not…a very short tale…not hugely questioning...a stand-up comedian in the midst of a regular old open mic night of sorts. I’m writing about this tin of (presumably) cinnamon that I recently saw at a coffee shop. (Very recently, to be sure, as this is exactly the kind of material that would so quickly fade to black if not immediately ...