Where everyone knows your name
I was in Rouse’s last night picking up dinner fixings (crawfish ettoufe and sauted cabbage) and kept running into someone I knew from a past life – I tried to ignore him but ended up in back of him in line. He was so weird – turning around and trying to meet my eyes – I kept looking at the magazine rack – but I did notice that he looked pretty good despite.
Outside on the bayou, it’s like a merry go round of people who I have intersected with in the past, round and round and round they go, are they spiraling upward, am I? Are we meeting at a higher plane or steeped in the same muck of our past.
I remember when I met two of these people twenty something years ago I had a dream that I told my therapist back then – both of them were across a big field and I was trying to get to them but the field was knee deep in shit, and I kept trying to wade through it to get across. She said, “Rachel, don’t you see?” What? It took two decades to figure this out?