online: 9 january 2015
modified: 8, 9 january 2015
8 january 2015 in words as short as this
cold and wet and silent as the sky clears suddenly after heavy rain...
dazzled by sunlight bouncing off a pond... i lean
back to see what else is visible in the woods this afternoon...
...but the continued terrorism in France is disturbing my thoughts... and
perhaps my actions...
...i walk through the woods to the road and take a bus to the cafe where
for once i go indoors... (the outdoor seats look wet and almost no one's
sitting there today)...
...indoors the sound of many voices reflected off hard surfaces makes
speech difficult to decipher...
...but now about half the people are gone and individual voices can
almost be distinguished...
...now someone comes to tell me the cafe is closing... i look up from
the touchscreen and see that most of the others have left and i did not
see them go...
...as i walk away in near darkness i see that the woods look black but
the city lights beyond look more alive than nature... (or even than the
stars?)
...i just miss a bus... but soon another comes... yes indeed today i
feel disturbed or out of sorts... not making good decisions... but
recover while rewriting this at midnight or soon after...
...and then i went to sleep...
...next day rewriting this repeatedly as i feel my way to what i wish to
read in words as short as this...
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