The unattainable, the ephemeral

The Dream sounds a lot like The Waffle. This is a story which Amanda likes to tell. Once, she had a waffle. It was the best waffle in the world, and she was happiest as she ate it. Now, she can no longer eat waffles. Nothing can compare or even come close to this Waffle of Waffles. She is destined to never again enjoy breakfast because it will never again contain The Waffle. Nevertheless, she does not give up hope: she searches the nation, far and wide, at every all-night diner and skanky pancake chain, desperately hoping, desperately craving The Waffle. Someday, I tell her, it will come back. And the wait will have been worth it.


On a different note, this article made me laugh. I'm sure CIO doesn't assiduously check back with its sources' sources, but still. You could tell them a thing or two about the state of the date in the Big Apple, I'm sure.

This is ridiculously, sadly short, but I have an exam in three hours and I haven't read all the fabliaux which I'm supposed to have done, so I gotta get on that aysap. Tonight is the Sufjan concert! I promise a full report soon.

xxxAnnie