I felt immediately desperate after my divorce,

I felt immediately desperate after my divorce, and decided to visit a bar downtown. It’s not like me to drink, however I felt that if I had already lost my husband.. what else could I lose?

I wish I had a larger collection of snowglobes. I often see them in gift stores located in rest stops along the highway, but mom never lets me buy one.

That's because I eat them. I take a glass cutter, create an incision, open my mouth and pull the globe apart. Sometimes I gargle the "toy water" and then I chew on the glass. The

actual snow is rather flavorless. It actually tastes white, know what I mean? Like the flavor of the absence of flavor. Still, it was satisfying in a

thirst quenching way. But that was not what i was after. No what I needed was more in the line of rainbow flavors, like Lucky Charms. Living out a fantasy in the wilds of

Breakfast Cereal Land where Tony the Tiger and Diggum the Sugar Smacks frog offered cool, sugary milk massages. Snap, Crackle and Pop would provide sweet shiatsu by jumping on my

jejunum in onomatopoetic synchronization. All of these cereal hero spa employees were unfortunately laid off due to the economic downturn. They were forced to

dive into bowls of milk, searching for lost spoons. It was a job with more hazards than one might guess, but it was a job. Still, one had to wonder: who was losing

their minds in this occupation? Was it the man dressed in black who called himself "Neo"? Or was it the one who had found him? All that I know is this: there is no spoon.