Drenched to the Bone ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With the regular bodies. When work finished I sat for an hour in the park opposite the office. Hiding. After sitting in a fluorescently lit corner all day, the darkness enhanced everything. Every form, and even sound was given something extra by its concealment. I didn't want to get on the crowded train with the rest. I only wanted to be absent. The branches on the tree canopy above were dropping leaves all around me. In the palm of my hand I folded a dry leaf once to break it, then felt in an instant the desire for physical pain. I folded my legs under me and watched a man walk his dog off the leash. My eyes tired and transfixed on their aimless meandering. It felt like I was waiting for something, and whatever it was, never arrived. On the train home I found a seat and looked out the window at a different darkness. At that park, in my own silence, I understood that it's the sky that's the silhouette; the only real outline on this earth. 11:55 p.m. - Wednesday, Jul. 27, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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