Sometimes, I wonder if I require pity.
I don’t want it. Will turn it away with a huff and a well-placed finger. But do I unwittingly beg the piteous look my way?
Case in point. Warwick, Rhode Island.
Never been there, not anywhere even close, but…
There is drool when I daringly gawk at the real estate listings of the cozy waterfront town.
Imaginings of my art actually selling, of my finding the elusive success in my silly canvases of paint and thread thrive and bubble in my mind.
I still dream that I will succeed.
I still dream that I will one day be able to afford a real estate holding all my own.
How silly, right?
But is it piteous?
Please, don’t tell me it is.