right now

thanks to the compact dimensions of my room,

i was able to reach my camera without moving.

as i was sticking some pins into my dress form the other day, i managed to plunk a toe over the edge of my little pin bin and flip it forcefully. i didn't get a single prick--the pins just piled neatly on top of my foot. i let out a single short snort-breath sort of half-chuckle. i have dangerous and inconvenient sewing methods. note the sewing machine...on the floor. i fiddle with that machine lying on my stomach. ridiculous. the floor of my room isn't quite big enough for me to stretch out completely, though--my feet slump awkwardly against the couch behind me. i think that description makes me sound like a giant flailing fish wrestling (limbless) with needles and thread in the middle of a carpet. oh well.

anyway, as i stood there with those pins swarming politely over my toes, i thought about what a singular situation it was. i didn't move for a little bit, appreciating the metallic coolness of those pins on my skin. i wondered what everybody else in the world was doing right then at that very same moment on thursday afternoon. somewhere, somebody was grinning into a mirror to check her teeth for stubborn salad particles. somebody was hollering to his neighbor across the street--was her power out too, or was it just his? somebody was re-buttoning his shirt because he'd done it wrong the first time. somebody was screwing the lid on a peanut butter jar and licking her thumb. somebody was unwrapping a birthday present and trying meticulously not to tear the paper and giving up and plowing through it. somebody was tugging tiny socks onto a baby. but had anybody dumped straight pins on her left foot at the exact same moment i had? i bet. i bet somebody in the world had.