Amorak Huey

My mistake for a long time was thinking people who always look like they have somewhere else to be are on their way to be happier somewhere else. My mistake was thinking I could make myself happier by having somewhere else to be or looking like I do. Manifesting a general impatience with the present moment. Carrying my body around in a way that suggests someone somewhere needs me urgently. Leaving a club sandwich half-eaten, the refilled iced tea untouched in a sweating glass, a twenty on the table, no change, thanks. Checking the time, checking my phone, checking the middle distance as if someone might be, any minute, approaching: ninth-grader alone by the bleachers desperate to believe the dance is temporary. Yes, I was wrong. None of this has to do with happiness. In this way I have catalogued my mistakes for you. No, not all. Not anything like all.