novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- but the right time seems to come so slow and that feeling grows without control the next door neighbors and i do not talk. from their porch they can see directly into my living room, and we all pretend to ignore this fact. they are fire dancing in their back yard again. i opened all the windows and set my speakers closer to the screens. they edged their semi-circle of lawn chairs closer to my building. the balls of fire swinging in the air sound like victorian women walking quickly, their heavy skirts exhaling in tight rustles. like giant birds turning in the fastest circles their hollow bones will allow. it is beautiful but that last metaphor just reminded me how sick i am of going in circles. 9:20 pm - 08.04.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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