contents and discontents

Picture of the Day
yesterday | today tomorrow

April 17, 2003

I walked outside. They had a hammock. "Hello," I said. The world did not end. I settled in. Looking up through the leaves I could see a jet so high up it moved slowly, silently. It wasn't a dream. I fell asleep. When I woke up that evening the world was back to the way it's supposed to be, a light on in the kitchen, I could hear dinner being prepared, a voice responding to a question. There is no light warmer or more alienating than someone else's kitchen at night. I walked off by myself, toward sirens wailing in the distance. ~Vegetable Dreams