Past.. sometimes I think of becoming a docent. You know one of those people dressed in black suites, sitting idly on chairs, you suddenly find under a pillar or sitting in a corner in art galleries and museums.
I look at them and sigh, wondering how lovely it must be just sitting and being.. sometimes giving information on paintings or sculptures , sometimes showing the way or directing you when you're lost by pointing on your half torn overused map.
Its so peaceful being them, at least in that frame. I don't mind being in one of those frames sometimes.
Do you sometimes hate your present frame? I do. Ugh.
I don't want to go on this road again.
So yeah, docents..just a thought..among a billion others
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