It took long enough, but I broke down and treated myself to a Chinese buffet tonight for the first time since my move home. (When you’re on the ol’ austerity budget, 10 bucks is a splurge. Woo hoo!) But I was out at my radio station, WPKN, much of the day, and my mom wasn’t gonna be around for dinner, so I fended for myself.
Anyway, the Hibachi Grill in Orange was better — and, in a surprise — cheaper — than the Chinese buffets in Fresno. But one thing remains constant: fortune cookies that, despite their inherent vagaries, speak directly to something pertinent in my life.
And as the cookie crumbled, I pulled out the little slip of paper, and it read:
“Good writing is clear thinking made visible.”
Maybe that’s why I haven’t been able to finish even the first installment of the long trip home — I’m not thinking clearly. Or maybe I’m just a shitty writer and won’t admit it to myself.
What’s clear is that things certainly aren’t clear right now. On a lot of fronts. And that fortune cookies are universal, regardless of location.