Monday, July 30, 2007
Orb
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Toys or Noble Pursuits
"The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours."
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I can perceive and reason about so much, but once I have to actually see what makes them operate, other people make me queasy.
Monday, July 23, 2007
After several moments, I kicked myself off the bed and spread my arms wide. Surrendering myself to the sound of water, I danced a spin forever into the dawn.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
On a plain
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Fairy wings
I wake. She is gone. In a sigh I discover that these things are real. I have taken on her burden, but in the context of dry ground I can no longer float the way I can in dream mist. Deflating, I see that all I can ever hope to cling to is the small trinket over which we would have fought. I turn to my side and look it over. I think it mourns our loss.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Iridescence
I ran over the beach today. I began at the edge of the dunes, and ran along the coast, idly listening to the crashing waves. At first it was difficult, as I plowed my way through elfish foothills made of sand, but I held my ground, and my muscles developed a rhythm. After nearly half an hour I veered off closer to the water. The sand was more densely packed, and I didn’t have to work as hard. Just as I had gotten used to the new environment, the texture of the ground under my feet changed again. Looking down, I discovered that I was running over a marbled path made of uncountable tiny shells tossed upon the sand. Alternating white and blue almost as if they had been tiled with intent, the band of shells marched along the coast ahead of me until I could no longer make out the difference between their path and the crashing waves. Understanding for an instant what it meant, I kicked off my shoes without stopping and peeled off my shirt, realizing I no longer coveted its protections. After a few more steps and a moment’s hesitation, I tossed my precious necklace away as well. The shells felt smooth under my feet. With each step my foot pushed them into the sand, soft like custard and gritty like snow. To my left lived the grey ocean coming from infinity to kiss my heels with green-capped translucent waves. To my right, incredibly, a flock of seagulls began to land, shoulder to shoulder, their brown bodies quivering. They continued to approach the sand and come to rest, until their clean white heads formed a sea of their own, reflecting the sky’s smoldering blue. Suddenly I needed nothing more than air as my feet flew in graceful arcs down the benevolent path, and iridescence reigned in all directions.
Falling through yesterday's anomaly
Needless to say, I was on the alert as I arrived at the top of the parking garage stairs in the evening. The fog had cleared, and the setting sun reflected orange off the deserted cement railings. I had proceeded almost halfway across the lot to my car and was about to shrug off my morning shake-up as a twist of mind, brought about by lack of coffee, when I noticed something. A crow was perched on the railing of the garage near my car. I couldn't see its eyes because they blended into its empty black feathers, but I had the distinct impression it was staring at me. I still don't understand why I did this, but I ran toward it, waving my arms, trying to shoo it away. I yelled as I neared it, and just as I was about to touch it, it fell. It didn't fly away. It fell. Head over heels off the railing to where I couldn't see it. I ran to look and see where it had went, but it was gone.
I got into my car and sped home. Some of the streets I take have speed limits of 60 miles an hour or so, but my odometer never dipped below 70 the entire ride. I bring this up only because as I got out of my car to head into my apartment, I went to close my door and touched something slimy. I looked again and realized I had touched the still-wet path of a snail, making its way up the side of my car. I wondered why it had not fallen.
Anyway. You can I'm sure see for your self. Yesterday was unusual.
Monday, July 16, 2007
To the person whose life I stole
I wonder what you think your life is like.