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Tuesday, October 16 2001
An evening shower was advancing like Achilles to Troy. Ominous. Not yet raining, though. The sidewalk parallels a collonade of deciduous giants, wavering in the pre-storm breeze. Upon approach, the blond titans, aging in the cool autumn, were assailed with the first wind of storm. A shower followed, not of rain, but of the golden tinged leaves which populated the last of the giant's boughs. A stream of strong flaxen warriors assaulted the sidewalk and street, riding the chariots of the wind until they collected in phalanxes upon the street, gutter, and steel fence meandering alongside the walk. And ten feet away, a bus speeds past full of commuting mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers. Burying their heads in Time, USA Today, LL Bean, and Danielle Steele. You missed a good show, folks. Tune in tomorrow, same time, same channel. Monday, October 15 2001I stopped to finish the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in front of our nation's fine capital. A cameraman and reporter(?) were setting up. "I don't know how this is going to work out. Behind you: this is very very red, and this is very very blue." I thought: and your silver hair makes a good white. So what's your point? Walked towards my house, stopped to pay two and too many cents for fifty hefty ziplock sandwich bags. A regular customer and the shopkeeper: "How's that scanner installation going?" Glad to be back worrying about stupid bullshit again. I noticed how the streetlights seem to make the fall foliage fall on every leaf along the road. The trees that are already turning are tall flagships of sweet smelling flame, beacons leading my way down the street. Arrived home to find a crime scene: two plants sprawled out on the floor, their pots cockamayme and half empty, their leaves splayed out on the carpet like exhausted limbs of children. Murder, or suicide? And to top it all off, a doctor left me a message to call her back because I am 'pregnant' and she wanted to talk to me about my pre-natal care. Hm. Monday, July 09 2001The twisted paths of fate draw me in many ways. Like tradewinds deviating around a tropical storm, there are many individuals who wish to sway my mind, and impress upon me square-shaped realities to fit into my circular void. Pull me this way into their safe harbor, push me out of the way of a coming squall. But what do I do to call these supernatural forces? No raindance this morning, last, or next. Have the atmospheric dieties fated me to follow one? How will I know? Thursday, April 12 2001So what of this job? So what of this city? So what of these people? So what? It's safe to say that I'm dissappointed. I guess that many things that you learn are told to you before hand, but you are too damn stubborn to listen to anyone, because 'What the hell do they know?' But then again, what if it's all myth? Is it worth it to retrace ground in order to 'experience' it for the first time? Or can you depend upon the knowledge of others that take care to impart that knowledge upon you? It sounds like it comes down to trust. What if you can trust nobody? |
