A Tribute To My Grandparents

A Story by VERONICA

An unspecified rodent situates itself between the fresh morning smell of California oranges and the dull poignant smell of chemicals leaking from cans of insect repellent and lead based paints. Lingering among the confusion of scents it is in exploration. An exploration of... of self, for oneness, for purpose. For too long have humans been a very different unspecified, claiming to have found peace, utopia, suburbia, nirvana; when really it's just apathy and ignorance. "F**k it all," they say and the quotation remains attributed to the unspecified anonymous. One needs to become this unspecified rodent- the one truly specified in this short yet wordy anecdote- because even if true specification is a mirage, at least, exploring the fresh and the dull, it actually cared about it’s own purpose and visibility.