sacred places

there is so little room to think - driving, in the shower. soon digital life will enter these sacred places. 

I keep wanting to open my cover letter with the sentence, "I am sitting in my bed, eating a cucumber like an apple." I type it and then think "no no that's not right" and delete it and then type it again. Over and over until the cucumber is gone, I don't get the job, I'm dead, returned to the earth, cucumbers grow out of the dirt etc. etc. 

Everybody's trying.

I like reading about seashells and beehives because of the romantic way they reflect humanity. A foreign substance slips into an oyster shell, and irritates it enough to create a pearl. Bivalves break apart and hermit crabs wear second hand mollusk shells. Just as soon as a virgin queen bee wakes up, she races across the comb, looking for other virgin queens to kill. 

My angel girl.