NEWSPAPER

I picked up the newspaper today and noticed that the lead article was all about how much I loved you.

I read to the bottom of the page and then it read: “Turn to Page 10.” I didn’t want to. I wanted to read the Sports page, and to see all about the new ‘Indiana Jones’ movie. Something about a crystal globe. I don’t think that they’re really trying very hard anymore.

But,

I was on an airplane to Iceland–don’t ask me why–I don’t know–and so I turned to the Entertainment section, not the Destinations section (that always seems to be about Iceland) but–

I was too late. Every article in the Entertainment Section was all about how much I loved you. Grrrrr. So I saved Indiana Jones for last–as I mentioned before I didn’t have a good feeling about it–but lo and behold, there it was: INDIANA JONES AND THE CRYSTAL GLOBE and all the film crew talked about was how the production had been postponed–again–because of how much I loved you. Even the picture there was a craggy-faced Harrison Ford giving me the stink eye: I don’t need that! I am in love! But with whom? I don’t know. A little

Sweaty is how I am beginning to feel. Ripping past the Sports section and its endless articles about steroid use and how much I love you, or maybe just about loving steroid use, or maybe just about you.

All I know for certain is that the Destinations section is all about Iceland again–trolls that haunt, Christmas cats eating naked children, and a delicious concoction of orange fizzy soda and malt extract that often lead, inexplicably, to feelings that are redolent and abundant, feelings that don’t go away, feelings you just can’t understand.