wondering
26 September 2001 - 5:02 p.m.

Trips to the mall have been made often as of late. As I pass the rows and rows of glass figurines and china I ache to just lift up my arm and swipe down a whole shelf. The sound of the fallen glass might be ear shattering, but then again the soft tinkling of the little pieces may be the soft music of chimes I’ve been longing to hear.

Yet I don’t do any damage. I haven’t broken anything. It’s so easy to raise up one arm and push the whole shelf down. I wonder why I don’t do it. Instead I make a detour and drop a hundred pesos in a box for the blind musicians playing in one corner. It’s not music I like, but it’s still music.

It’s too early to think about it, but I’m already wondering who I’ll miss when I finally go away.

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