DDR
That look on her face. Boredom? Apprehension? Fear? It was difficult to read.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
She turned to me, eyes full of grief and a knowing smile on her face. “Not everything,” she said. “Never everything.”
She paused and looked off at something far behind me, as if she was searching for the right words and hoped some cosmic teleprompter would spring up on the horizon to offer its wisdom. Some time passed before she spoke again.
“Maybe if you mixed up all the good and the bad and stepped back, you’d lose all the little bits of pain and wonder in the noise. Maybe everything would look okay then. You wouldn’t see the old tires and rusty nails and dolphins and coral reefs, you’d just see the gray blue waters of the sea, and everything would be okay.”
We stood there for a moment in companionable silence.
“So uh, want to go play DDR?” I asked.
“Hell yeah,” she said.
(At the Insanity Complex)