All the things I never.

Me and one of my beloved humans on a spring stroll in the city, and in this moment, this is all the things I need.
also, this is not by Powell’s.

The corner of Powell's Books sneaks out behind a row of parked vehicles.

I try not to think of all the books I will die not having read. I am now thinking about it.

Likely, I will never finish The Scarlet Letter. I like the underlying themes more than the book itself. The prose is heavy.

The sky is blue, I am nestled under shade in our automobile in a northwest nook of Portland.

Windows cracked, breeze and bicycle wheels scoring my sweaty children slumbering in back.

I have never watched Gone With the Wind. I am tired, to think about four hours spent leading up to "Frankly my dear..." Maybe I will watch it, after everything else I need to see:

Kurosawa + Truffaut + every Sesame Street episode ever

Realistically, I will never watch Gone With the Wind. Georgia though.

I really need to visit Georgia. Savannah. Next year, next year we will holiday in Savannah, if the timing is right. Which it likely will not be.

I am glad I didn't know the ending before I saw The Sixth Sense. I wish I could see The Game for the first time again. That's impossible though, if I remember correctly.

There is a noodle company down the block. It is called "Noodle Company." Or maybe it's "Noodle & Company." I wonder if I will ever eat there. It is a possibility, a slight one.

It is likely that I will never eat at Outback Steakhouse. It is also likely that I will spend little time in seafood restaurants. I do not eat seafood, and it is a general assumption that I could get a better salad elsewhere.

I like George Orwell. I like his precision. I understand that BMW makes precision motorcycles. Perhaps I will purchase one, someday. Likely not though.

There are many bicyclists whizzing past my window. I like bikes, especially ones with three wheels. Maybe someday I will invent a bicycle with just…

…one wheel.
Whoa.

There's a strong chance I won't though.

I see a lot of spandex-clad bottoms hurtling past. On Thursday, I saw a lot of spandex-clad bottoms. At a concert, an of Montreal concert that was music and ballet and theater and Ringling Brothers.