＃５８

I diversified my interests so heavily they entirely ceased to constitute a portfolio; a smattering of hobbies so thinly explored I found myself with less than nothing to say about them. “I’ve actually been getting into soap carving,” I’d stammer out at parties (by which I meant a single 90-min attempt in May). And the excitement! Oh, yes, they would bombard me with a million zany ideas, every possible combination of polygon and scent… could I do a soap that looked like a lemon, or a candy-cane interior? Kittens, landmarks, her grandad’s name for Father’s Day? No, I couldn’t. Hell, I couldn’t even remember the method. “It’s made with lye, right?", she asked — my last ‘out’. Fucked if I know. Ask Amazon, ask him. Ask anyone else but me. All my experiences have come and gone, trains and passengers rushing through my station, leaving behind the junk discarded from some better life.