3:58 PM View: Trapped

 

The word that comes to mind to describe my situation is trapped.  I feel I should be doing something but I don’t know what and so I sit here wanting to break out, but to what, I don’t know.  What is trapping me? A few things.  My son doesn’t want to go out.  I ask him questions and I get nothing but “I don’t know!” in response.  I was hoping we could go out to eat but he didn’t want to; instead, the useless shit sits in bed.  Driving — I have the car — is not a palatable option because of parking concerns and traffic and there being so many Chinese drivers on the road,  

I suppose I’ll drink the last beer in the apartment and play on my phone.

I forgot to mention in the previous entry that I was reading James Joyce.  I’m reading both Ulysses and Finnegan’s Wake.  There are passages in both novels that could be cut and pasted into the other novel without many a reader noticing.  The only thing is that Ulysses has coherent prose at times.