2006-10-27

As I am walking
I can see the fallen leaves
As I pass the avenues
previously shaded by those
who clung to those branches
At the same time
up ahead you can see
whole trunks thrown down untouched
Curious.
The insouciance could escalate
Up further I can see
the proportions
of madness
against the horizon.
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The sky at night is a momentus place.
Im sure you would agree. The stars to don't stop by day anywhere. They are burning bright even though you aren't looking. Even though you couldn't see them if you did. Anyways, you'd soon forget. Like two words in a complex sentence we sit juxtaposed, moving ahead. Eyes on the road. Take your eyes off the road, I keep thinking to myself. I'm not sure who I was talking to. Parataxis, in this case, is an electric fortified instant of language freezing on the surface, complete mystery underneath. The wisest of china tells us that 'shadow and body comfort one another'. This is reminescent of my childhood. Staring out the window of the car. Going on a trip away from everything I knew and nothing could ensnare my attention when I got there. I was inside. My father used to drive with his eyes also fixated on the road. Now, I sit next to this man(father?) like two stars hung in the middle of the universe, we are seemingly motionless as we hurdle towards each other at 186,213 miles per second engulfed in silence that could crack the wall. The sky at night is a momentus place.

Katrina at 2:52 AM

2006-10-27

As I am walking
I can see the fallen leaves
As I pass the avenues
previously shaded by those
who clung to those branches
At the same time
up ahead you can see
whole trunks thrown down untouched
Curious.
The insouciance could escalate
Up further I can see
the proportions
of madness
against the horizon.
----------------
The sky at night is a momentus place.
Im sure you would agree. The stars to don't stop by day anywhere. They are burning bright even though you aren't looking. Even though you couldn't see them if you did. Anyways, you'd soon forget. Like two words in a complex sentence we sit juxtaposed, moving ahead. Eyes on the road. Take your eyes off the road, I keep thinking to myself. I'm not sure who I was talking to. Parataxis, in this case, is an electric fortified instant of language freezing on the surface, complete mystery underneath. The wisest of china tells us that 'shadow and body comfort one another'. This is reminescent of my childhood. Staring out the window of the car. Going on a trip away from everything I knew and nothing could ensnare my attention when I got there. I was inside. My father used to drive with his eyes also fixated on the road. Now, I sit next to this man(father?) like two stars hung in the middle of the universe, we are seemingly motionless as we hurdle towards each other at 186,213 miles per second engulfed in silence that could crack the wall. The sky at night is a momentus place.

Katrina at 2:52 AM