if you don't eat your meat you can't have any pudding

it happened the other day. i was standing at the head of the room. and i was doing what i normally do. i was jotting something down on the board. and then it happened. suddenly i was no longer inside my body. suddenly i found myself outside my body. suddenly i was on the outside looking in. and how bizarre i must have looked. just standing there. just standing there with a piece of chalk in my right hand. attempting to explain some esoteric principle or another. attempting to shed light on that which defies lightness. attempting to justify my presence at the head of the room. yet this was not the first time i had escaped my own body. not the first time i had found myself grappling with my own presence. not the first time i had experienced a momentary bout of other-worldliness. but this was the first time i had ever caught myself with a piece of chalk in my right hand. and so for a brief interlude in time, i was able to glimpse myself in the act. in the act of actually doing something. not something particularly noble necessarily. nor particularly profound for that matter. but something.

so this is what i do.