Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Saturday, March 17, 2018

3.17b

[I think that last one was too dark. I'm feeling penitent today even though I don't suppose anything wrong happened today. Just . . . searing loss, I guess.]

A guide for blowing your nose on a bicycle:
Pull your glove off even though it's very cold and the air is wet after the rain. Be careful not to drop it. Be careful not to steer into traffic. Keep pedaling: this is for some reason very important. Pinch the bridge of your nose to increase air pressure as you expel a strong breath through your nostrils. Be careful not to blast nose juice onto your pants; you only have one pair. Pinch hard and pull your fingers down the nose until they squeeze all the thin mucous (please hope it's all thin mucous) out, leaving it all attached to your hand. Flick away from yourself like you're dismissing a servant you don't particularly like. Wipe the rest on your pants. Hope no one asks to shake your hand. Using your teeth alternatingly on front and back, pull the glove back on because it's cold and the world is full of things so disgusting that your snot doesn't even register. Good luck.

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