recently I've been thinking about inertia and how it relates to the can of rice pudding in my kitchen windowsill
Rachel went out trick-or-treating and one of the houses she went to gave her a glass, an actual honest-to-goodness drinking glass and a can of rice pudding
the rice pudding can has a deep dent in it. I don't know if we'll ever be able to bring ourselves to eat the contents
but it sits, upside down in the kitchen windowsill, in amongst a piece of rose quartz, a jar of chopsticks, an eggcup shaped like a burro with a basket, a plastic frog, a potato that looks like a person, two soysauce dishes, an empty sherry bottle, a small jar of oregano that I grew this summer, two stained glass things that need hanging up, and the phone
chances are that the phone will get put away, eventually. the rest of the collection will probably stay there unless it's perishable (like the potato) until I move it somewhere else
there are only so many places to be. this is as good as any.
