novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- balmy palms Today it is so hot. Everyone is moving slowly. At work people are orbiting the strategically-placed rotating fans. Hot little galaxies. Shops on Twelfth have shut off their fluorescents, I saw a cop eating an elaborate ice cream cone, and there are only a few determined-looking joggers looping Lake Merritt. I always wonder what it would be like to live somewhere hotter. Someplace that has more severe seasons. This is the type of day where I just want to jump into a gigantic body of water. I can hear the sound my body would make on impact, and the audible memory of such spashes cools me down in pavlovian response. Preferably somewhere in Brazil, or maybe Lake Donner. It's clear as glass and framed by hundreds of sleeping giants. 11:24 pm - 05.14.08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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