>How is it that the word, “marriage” is so terribly close in appearance and pronunciation “mirage”? Is it an accident? A cruel twist? Or a very deliberate and horribly overt offering from the hand of God Himself?

I just saw “Le Divorce” at the Carmike 10, in Longview, Texas. And while I was not the only person in the theater, apparently, I was the only person who was listening. There were some very clever points made, and I was the only one who laughed. In fact, save one terribly obvious visual joke, I might have been the only person in the audience to have any detectible response to anything at all during that two hours. So alone I felt. And I hated that feeling. Every time that I get that feeling, and I mistakenly let it become common, I have to leave. Not just to go to the restroom or something equally mundane. I mean LEAVE. As in to cast away all that is mundane. Should I be in this apartment? Is it really anything more than a well-appointed storage room for the things I’m not even inspired enough to unpack fully? Perhaps if I were dedicating myself in this moment to cleaning up the rubbish scattered all around, I would find myself more satisfied in my current situation.

I must remember, at all costs, that I am also having my period. The first one in a long time at the end of a month of taking birth control pills again. Purely for medical reasons, of course, as I have not so much as shared a fork with a man in almost two years.

Maybe it’s because the movie was set in Paris. Maybe it was because of the scarves. One of my favorite things on planet earth. Not just because I went to Paris. But because I love that such a simple change from yesterday can make such a glorious change in today.