Friday November 1, 2013
9:21pm
5 minutes
lyrics of Empty Room by Arcade Fire
“I don’t have any ideas left,” Bob says. “I used to be a genius and now I’m a nothing.” We’re out for Indian Food and I’m stressing about the fact that my hands are going to smell like curry for the rest of the night. “Did you hear me? I’m a nothing.” “”A”?” Dip the kabob into the chutney. Keep eyes down. “I’m being serious, Polly. Don’t mock me…” “I’m not. I’m just wondering what “a” nothing even means?” He angry tears apart a samosa. “You know what I’m talking about. You just want me to feel like an asshole.” “Lie!” I say. “I never want that!” The mango lassi is smooth and sweet. “You have a pretty voracious appetite tonight…” I know he’s trying to hurt my feelings but I won’t let him. Just because he feels like a nothing doesn’t mean I should. “I love this stuff,” I smile. I dip my finger into the raita and make a big show of sucking it off. “I’m in a real rut and could really use your support, Polly.” I think about how I have a bird name. I can’t believe that’s never occurred to me.
