Italy in Singapore
I kind of wanted to go to Italy, but she said we should go to Singapore, because she heard it was interesting, and it was a childhood dream of hers, and I was so annoyed that I just agreed. We could go to lots of different restaurants, and they have Italian food, so it would be almost the same, but not the same. If it were up to me, we’d all be agreeing whenever there was anything to talk about, because the way it works, we all disagree about small things.
Place might not be a small thing. I really don’t mind being in Singapore, either, it’s great. There’s lots of things to do every night, and cool culture everywhere. I can even find the Italian shoes I was looking for, because fashion seems to be a big part of how they do things here. It’s also a pretty distinctive place, where traditions from all over the planet kind of come together. The Italian food is really pretty amazing too. But after being here for just a few days, I want to try everything else, too.
Again, place is not small. It might even be worth arguing about, because places have histories, human beings, and memories. These things are worth our trouble and our time. What I think isn’t worth all that much trouble, and not worth arguing about, are little things. Things like how you might like to eat some pastas with a spoon. And how parmesan cheese doesn’t go on everything, it really doesn’t. And if you happen to make out with your girlfriend’s best friend at a party where everyone said none of this matters here, then it should be swept under a rug or something, but I have a feeling we’re going to talk about it soon enough.
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