A Nora Ephron lunch

...sort of

Nora Ephron wrote that in her sex fantasy, no one ever loved her for her mind. I get it. But my situation is somewhat worse. My heart broke a few times, of course, notably when I was 16 and Bobby left me when I wouldn’t do it and Debby would.

But I screwed up what might have been the great love of my life, which resulted in likely being a few decades too old to meet the great love of my life. Plus my brain broke, which did not increase the odds, and resulted in thoughts that dart this way and that as you may have noted in my stack.

Glimpses of something or other that may keep standing or shift and shatter in short breathless bursts. A glimpse of breakfast perhaps. You just eat breakfast. That means you’re normal. Then you run somewhere for something important followed by something else that’s important after that.

When your brain breaks, you see breakfast with with fresh eyes, as if you don’t know what to expect, as if you haven’t done it thousands of times already. You really look at the food, the bowl, the spoon, and try to remember what they’re for.

It’s lovely that they’re for something and not against anything or lying or scamming or raising tariffs or deporting people or dismantling democracies.

Once upon, in outer space, an earthling named Arthur discovered an article that said that every civilization goes through three stages: Survival, Inquiry, and Sophistication. For example, take eating:

• Survival: "How can we eat?"

• Inquiry: "Why do we eat?"

• Sophistication: "Where should we get lunch?

I get things confused, so until I looked it up just now, I thought the three stages were survival, lunch and lunch. That was wrong. I also confuse things like if it's between a rock and a hard place or Iraq and a hard place. I used to be a freelance ghost. Then I was a former freelance ghost.

When the Japanese mend broken objects, they honor the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something has suffered damage, it becomes more beautiful. Now you are in a comedy, no, you are in tragedy, now you are in a city of ghosts.