Friday, December 2, 2016

Week in Seven Words #315

Open doorways breathe out sour smells, moist wood smells. People wait for death with the TV on as round-the-clock company.

When she sits, her cloud of perfume settles like a soft cloak, cushioning the bench and protecting her from other people's touch.

The elevators groan open and admit you at your peril.

With a sense of satisfaction, she tells me that the world is going to pieces. It could be that it's her own world she's talking about, the one of slowness and illness. If her body is crumbling, so must everything else. She's not alone in her disintegration.

She speaks with command, her message urgent and worth hearing. Most of us won't act on it. We'll think we've done our part by showing up and appearing attentive.

One of those hopeful days, when the storms have ended, and it's possible to think there'll be no time wasted. The future is all mellow morning sunlight.

A dim marble lobby where a doorman paces, muttering about his dead phone.


Brian Joseph said...

What you wrote for "fragmentation" is interesting. How one's personal situation effects one's outlook on the world is something that bears a lot of exploration.

Barbara Fisher said...

I enjoyed your week in seven words post, a really interesting choice of words. Biding made me think about the number of old people who end up with just a TV for company. It is always sad but more so as Christmas approaches...

Nancy Cudis said...

Hello, HKatz! How are you? It's me, Nancy. I'm slowly returning back to blogging with my new blog ( and I've joined your Week in Seven Words ( It's been a while. I hope you're well and doing great! :)

HKatz said...

@ Brian - yeah, sometimes I forget to take differing outlook into account when trying to understand someone.

@ Barbara - thanks, and I agree, the holiday season brings out the sadness more when people are living in such isolation.

@ Nancy - it's great to see you back! :)