I recently returned to a hole in the wall restaurant that I used to frequent in my college days. One of the few actual restaurants in the city that never closed.
A decade later, a semi nonsensical scrawl about being kind and good to people I’d written on a dry erase board while quite drunk… was still there.
It only needed minor updating to be more gender inclusive, which someone else had done without removing any of my writing.
When I was frequenting this restaurant, the whole board was wiped every week or so.
For some reason, what I wrote persisted for a decade.
I couldn’t believe it.
Nah, it was my handwriting, used the same lingo and joke I remember using at the time, took up most of the board… which is why I was so shocked it hadn’t been erased.
Most of the time people wrote on it, they were gracious with the space.
Due to typing far more often than writing, and many years later me figuring out oh haha I’m actually naturally left handed, my writing is a fairly uncommon kind of small cap block print, otherwise I am basically the only one capable of reading my non block print scribbles.
WAKE UP
“There was a hole here. It’s gone now.”
