‘How porcupines make love’: Because why not?
The first time I walked past, I was sure I’d misread the title. The hallway filled with between class bodies, and I couldn’t get close enough to investigate without interrupting the flow. The second time, I knew. That book on the floor of the long hallway definitely read “How porcupines make love.” So strange.
|BlogHer’s NaBloPoMo May 2015, Day 5: My style.|
This time, I stopped, ignoring the quizzical glances of undergrads peering up from smart phones and study guides. I snapped a picture for my collection.
Later I realized this fits my style of living in the world–collecting memories and moments in time. It used to be small rocks, bits of ribbon, and later, movie tickets, corks from important bottles, newspapers from momentous days. With a camera phone, it’s now beautiful weird randomness like a book on literature with a strange, strange title.
NaBloPoMo May 2015
May 1– To selfie or not to selfie
May 2- Helping things grow
May 3- All the feels
May 4- When your imagination wears you out
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