A Small Slice

One time I misread a note on a piece of paper which was written below a drawing of a skeleton. A friend of mine had drawn the skeleton and written the note. The paper was probably 10″ x 14″. Truthfully I don’t know how big or small it was because I didn’t measure it. What’s most important is to note that it was slightly larger than your average sheet of paper, but not like newsprint drawing pad size, or comically large. In any case, I misread this note which was under a drawing of a skeleton on an otherwise blank and slightly larger than average piece of paper. The paper had been folded around a CD-R that contained a mix that they’d made. I forget who the mix had been given to because it wasn’t me and we were at a party. Party is probably a strong word. It was more than three or four people hanging out, but it wasn’t quite party sized. Which is what exactly, by the way? 10, 20? Whatever. The point is that we were hanging out at a gathering larger than your average Friday night get together, but still not quite a party, and this person, who’d taken a piece of paper, drawn a skeleton on it, written a note on it (a note that I eventually misread) and folded that paper around a CD-R that contained a mix that they’d made for someone who wasn’t me, handed it to the person it was for. The person who received the mix proceeded to open up the larger than average paper wrapped around the CD-R, in order to read the track list, I guess. Honestly I wasn’t even really a part of that conversation. I was kind of ignoring someone that was talking to me in favor of eavesdropping and looking at things that weren’t mine, like the skeleton and the note I misread. Shortly after I misread this note, I had a conversation with the person, who’d done all these things with the larger than average paper and the no longer blank CD, about what I thought the note said and the would be realistic and practical implications of the idea I thought they were tauting. We considered whether this idea would be fair, right, necessary, or good, and thought about how this idea could be applied to other similar things like paintings in museums, and also other slightly different things like window frames and beer. The more I think about it, it wasn’t so much a conversation as it was an opportunity for me to hear about how this person viewed the ideas they weren’t actually attempting to address when I misread what they’d written.

I remember thinking they were smart and cool.

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