Hello, everyone! Today, I’d like to venture beyond my usual writing and share two pieces I’ve recently crafted, reflecting my current thoughts. 

The Nondescript Jane

 The nondescript Jane takes a seat below the incendiary contrasts of hatred and philanthropy; she carefully places her bag on top. I envy her and her clean projection of a life. 

Her teeth so perfectly align as if to exaggerate the rest of her plainly unpretentious image, as if to shove the memory of their acute squares across my delicately insecure eyes – her smile taking up half her face. She glides the subway on occasion to work cruising the war on Afghanistan, she nods to the Taliban in passing. On Sundays, she walks by reconciliation; she smiles, but not with her teeth this time. She doesn’t care for Basset’s Oscar snub or Bezos trip to Mars. There is nothing more she seeks than her given life. The nondescript Jane caresses exemption from reality, she is placid to small business or timely politicians. I heard she solved world hunger once, but felt no need to boast. The nondescript Jane clasps the world minus vision.

 In “The Nondescript Jane,” we meet a character who seems to effortlessly navigate life’s complexities, offering a contrast to the tumultuous world around her. Jane’s presence raises questions about what it truly means to live a life of simplicity and contentment. 

What is Done With a Day 

I had no obligations to arouse today, no charge to my o’clock or appointments to project, just a nil of the hours which lay sweetly, generously uncovered; nothing. My single task in progress was the single most harsh: To reside in the day itself; to create something of my bare arms and stretched abdomen, and to crease in its entirety. I could clean my room or march on Washington; paint a wall, sell its parts, become and become and die a thousand times; I could see Jerusalem. But I will do none of these things, it hits me as I’ve watched the dial turn its final fanatical tick. Who am I to dream this way? I held the world, but sat; stared blankly. I ache again for my shadowing days, the office chores of silent colloquies. 

Too many I could’s. I could’ve, I may have.

 But today, I have done none of these things. 

The piece captures the pondering of endless possibilities that each day offers and the choices we make when we hold the world in our hands. 

What do you think of these pieces? Do they resonate with your own experiences or thoughts on life and purpose? Share your thoughts in the comments below.