It is physically impossible for me to write in a professional or business manner. I’m typing this thank you letter for a scholarship as if this elderly woman-who I’ve never met-and I are the best of pen pals. “Susie, I made some great new friends this semester: Geoffrey Chaucer, William Shakespeare, Frances Burney. They’re a great bunch, can’t wait for you to meet them.”
Some day I will write a short story or direct a short film about a boy and a girl who fall in love at an intersection as each one gazes across the street at the other. The boy, mounted on his steed of a 1989 Trek road bike known as Blue Steel. The girl, perched atop a soft, pastel green fixie that was constructed from assorted parts she had happened upon in the dumpster of the local bike shop. The light seemed to burn red for a considerably longer length of time than normal. Luckily, the boy’s eyes were veiled by his knock-off clubmasters and were therefore able to appreciate this girl who was seemingly preoccupied with anticipating the light flashing green, but in fact she was preoccupied with the notion of flashing him a smile. So much wonder, that something designed with the sole function of escorting motorists and pedestrians to their destinations was now serving as a threshold; this was an intersection of lives and now two souls would soon collide. To be continued…
*inspired by actual events that transpired only just last week at the intersection of Thatch and College
Dear Professor Cummins,
Please excuse Gray from class on Friday. He will be unable to attend due to religious reasons.
Matt Berninger and Win Butler