Fall.
It’s about time for things to become fall-ish around here, but I don’t think Texas can do autumn. I think Texas is the least romantic place to live in the entire world, except for possibly Iowa. Actually, I think Iowa is a little bit romantic. There’s all that tasseled corn. Also, I think the quiet and complete insanity I am sure Iowa is full of is interesting.
I should do more stream-of-consciousness stuff here. My ideal is to start sounding like May Kasahara of A Wind-Up Bird Chronicle fame (by Haruki Marukami), which is maybe an unhealthy idea because she was really morbid and once threatened to kill herself by stuffing three tampons down her throat and drinking lots of water.
I thought I’d take down the godawful pretzel layout and put up something red and white, just for a little while until actual artistry kicks in. Didn’t work. Am not spontaneous either.
At least you still have the 4 seasons in your country. Here in Singapore, the only season we experience is Summer, which means that we are sweating 365 days a year… :p
Trust me; Iowa is not the least bit romantic or interesting. Take it from someone who has been forced to spend weeks there every summer of her life. The corn’s only vaguely interesting for the first 20 miles…then it gets monotonous.