Saturday, August 29, 2009

Vessel Log: 2009 08 29


: transportation bookie; the freedom to make a plan and alter it; sweatshirt coach surfing reading Out with chilled socked feet; breeze through white curtains tunneling with fading sunlight; the final roar of megaphone vans; snaking through streets sending out their messages like bats; from far away they sound like frantic evacuation announcements; loud enough to be imagined as light; call J. to meet at Mos Burger for dinner; a bicycle parked in the middle of the sidewalk; we chat to exhaustion, to the point where I crave orange juice; 4 1/2 hours; lives we left back home - his in South Africa and mine in the US.

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