Journal Journal: Lunch
So here I am sitting at lunch at the head of a table. There are two guys sitting in front of me, across from each other. None of us are talking.
The guy on the left is skinnier and has a long nose and face, and the guy on the right has a bulldog face. The guy on the left has large brown eyes, and the guy on the right has small teal eyes. From what I can see, they're eating the same thing. They're both wearing hats.
It's like a meeting of two opposites. Nobody has spoken a word since. We all sat down at the same time. They avoid making eye contact with each other.
And here I am, between them at the head of a long 6 person table, stuck between two opposites. I'm getting pulled in several directions at once, and this seems to be the physical manifestation of it. The world works in strange ways.