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THAT IS HOW IT IS

She walks by the ducks, makes her way to the art school, the old art school. Old for her, she

finished their program, has the stupid piece of paper to prove it. A certified artist, hmm, good

luck with that. Forty thousand bucks per year, with an art degree. In todays economy. She might

as well strangle herself, but, hey, typing seems to be more fun. Maybe, if she is more organized,

if she is able to make herself send out rightly-word-counted- stories to academic literary mags

that are heavily subsidized and have a print run of 1000. Something, something, something like

that. She looks at her too weathered hands, where blue veins show, pronouncedly, belying her

fifty-five years of age, hey, my hands are much older, so much older. She ponders about age,

usually people talk about looking young for their age not old for their age, something, something,

something, something like that. Dementia, senility, she is not able to hold a thought, any thought,

fragmented sentences, that is not literature, the attention span of a moth will not send you to the

pantheon of literary giants. Her Walter-Mitty- dreams bemuse her, she lives in this so very

foreign country, diasporic texts she pens, or something, and something.

The art mags on the shelves, she is out of words, rain outside, on Granville Island, that is how it

is how it is.

(238 words)

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A GOOD WAY TO GO

she is once more in the patisserie, has her second load of lard and sugar, makes jokes like; this

is a good way to go, but, hey, is it? slow suicide, fat killing her, sugar killing her. she walks

back to the art school by Granville Island Brewing, maybe she should kill herself with beer, like

the two animators did. they ran away from drawing the same figure over and over again, their

days in art school were wasted away, well, wasted.

the writer pens this, fast, her stabs at writing, creatively, that is, she hates art, hates art, any kind,

any kind. visual, musical, the idea of fabricating something new daunts her, daunts her. shed

rather follow orders, blueprints, outlines, the like, the like. art just sucks, especially hers.

She is pissed off, for some reason this software is off, nothing is capitalized, sentences have to

start with a capitalized word, in English that is. Orthography rules, or not/and not. The afternoon

in this crowded library, outside rain, outside late September. A good way to go, a good way to go.

(187 words)