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I had spicy noodles for dinner Saturday and now I'm getting the non-surprising indigestion with reflux. When will I learn? If I had to guess I'd say never. But I'm so hot outside I might as well be hot inside as well, no? The outside hot is set to continue for some time, and I must remember to remain hydrated so I can have tears to weep over the wretchedness of it all. Today I will get to stay indoors all day, with no delivery of mail to induce me into walking down the driveway to the mailbox.
Other days these days I stay mostly in because I no longer have a city to walk through. It's been a long time since I've had one, or the energy to walk through it. But I remember the cities, which were like galleries in which we were the art, which kept moving and looking at other art, restlessly seeking one of those frozen moments of exchanged glances that might be recognition, when some portrait might be studied for a revelation of meaning, however frail or tenuous or brief. Most often we would just move on. Now I seldom make such walks through almost perpetually disappointing cities even in my imagination. I suppose I'm better off for it. I'm pretty sure such frequently futile exercise usually made my soul sweat. I don't need that, and certainly not in this weather.
( Sunday Verse )
Other days these days I stay mostly in because I no longer have a city to walk through. It's been a long time since I've had one, or the energy to walk through it. But I remember the cities, which were like galleries in which we were the art, which kept moving and looking at other art, restlessly seeking one of those frozen moments of exchanged glances that might be recognition, when some portrait might be studied for a revelation of meaning, however frail or tenuous or brief. Most often we would just move on. Now I seldom make such walks through almost perpetually disappointing cities even in my imagination. I suppose I'm better off for it. I'm pretty sure such frequently futile exercise usually made my soul sweat. I don't need that, and certainly not in this weather.
( Sunday Verse )
