Photo taken in SE Portland, OR

Thursday, November 2, 2023

I would like to think perfection is an endless bridge, leading you to a new friend.

Although the other side of this bridge is visible, it’s dark, eerie, and the last two working lights look like they’re burning out. Halfway through crossing this bridge, you see a wall ahead. You walk toward this wall because there’s no way you can turn back.

With caution, you approach the wall, finding that this side of the bridge feels the same as the other. A feeling much like a restless dog’s emotional letdown after finally catching the car they always run after. Considering you’re smarter than this hypothetical wall, you look to your right and see a staircase down to the sidewalk.

Just before reaching the bottom step, you look back, gazing at the bridge you crossed as you hear someone say, “Hi. My name is Bob.”

– Budd

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