Blurb: Guy on Metro

On the metro I sat next to a guy in a dark suit and a top hat. He had a black briefcase on his lap that looked like it came out of the early 1900s or something. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that really the whole outfit looked like he’d just walked off the boat at Ellis Island, back in the day when many people walked off boats there. Something smelled strongly of flowers and it came from him I think. The smell was very strong, like he’d just taken a shower in his mother’s perfume, or his girlfriend’s perfume. He started looking for something in his briefcase, and I was wondering if maybe the whole thing was filled with rose petals. I thought of him opening his bag and the rose petals pouring out of it, onto the seat and my thighs and the floor and my feet. I felt good next to this guy, like I was in a very sweet time warp. Like I was on a ship coming from Eastern Europe at the beginning of the 20th century, but instead of the air smelling like seawater and piss, it smelled like this guy who showered in rose petals.

Can Décor

I actually started this blog a while ago just so that I could write about these sardine cans (below) and other foods and containers that blow my mind, but the material turned out to be too limited to keep me interested so I quickly gave up on the idea. Now I’ll go at it again, and just be less focused.


These cans are awesome. I had a house full of sardines when I saw them but I bought them anyway. Why not? I’ve had much better sardines than these, but no others whose empty cans I want to scrub clean of sea scum and fish fragrance until my fingers go pruney and I’m bleeding out of aluminum splinters. (This procedure comes after a lazy three days of suds-soaking.)