“Did you see that?”
“Yep”
“Wow”
“Yeah”
Those are the things these two partners tell each other through signs. They sit next to each other, flying over most of the human beings in the area, and simply communicating with each other from time to time and all the time. » Read the rest of the entry..
I am not sure why I chose this place, in the first place [ahem]. It just felt a bit uncomfortable and also safer. It was uncomfortable because the fire hydrant type pole was nearby - more space would be more comfortable with fewer things other than the grass around me. It was safe because if my emotions or feelings finally catch on fire physically from the outside, maybe this pole can provide some water to cool things down. If I could figure out how to use it first, that is.
Or maybe I just think of water a lot and was unconsciously wishing that this hydrant would break and flood the area? Or maybe you get so exhausted from within, you sleep on the grass right on the spot and think of it as your permanent bed. With the fire hydrant acting as your security guard or identification mark, of course, even if I would like complete anonymity.
Taken in Berkeley, California, while thinking of someone and red setters. No animals were harmed during the taking of this picture. No animal harmed me during the taking of this picture either.
It had rained a lot that day, and it was still sprinkling in different areas. The rain had not left the area, nor had the excitedness. Here it was: the car wiper water washer nozzle. Such a complicated name for something that that did one thing: provide water to the wiper blades so that the front windshield can be washed and cleaned. The car windshield wiper water nozzle felt energetic with the rain around it, so energetic that it was willing to work twice as hard during the rain also.
It was rusting slowly, rusting from within. The outer cover looked very interesting to others probably, or maybe boring, but the inside was slowly changing, rusting, losing energy slowly because of no relief. Who cleaned and helped the car nozzle rest other than water itself?
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It was around sunset, in the corners of the unsunk lands of Berkeley in California. No motor cars. No bikes. No cell phones. No technology, other than the fabrics on the bodies and the thoughts in the mind. I could see a father laying down for rest all the way to the left, the mother sitting to the right, and the child standing all the way to the right. Or were they simply a male, female and a child? Was I even right about the genders? I am not sure. The man was looking up straight to the sky. The female in the middle was looking straight while sitting down on the grass.
It was the child that caught my attention. There was nothing special about the child. I did not even see to make sure if it was a short person who was a child from within, or someone who was a child. This child, as I should call this being, stood a bit diagonal to the other male and female, facing an angle from the front that crossed paths as an intersection and an angle with what the female was looking at straight, and with what the male was looking at above him. Maybe the child was a robot. Maybe the child was a zombie. Maybe the child was everything in a being that enchanted and amazed the mind into standing in such a situation and wondering how glorifying such a situation may be. » Read the rest of the entry..
There it is, like all the other things. Waiting, living life, experiencing everything around it, and not bragging about it.
The flower says that that everyone judges it by its looks and external qualities. “Is that not a good thing?” I ask. She is quiet. Probably thinking. I get nervous, so I start thinking too. Some time passes, and I keep on thinking. The flower is just there, quiet, simply thinking. And then I realize some thing! I realize the focus is on thinking also and not on the action only! » Read the rest of the entry..
It’s Newman. It’s a bird. It’s postal bird! I rarely see my neighbor, the postal bird. It is always out. I rarely see customers coming to the post office, either. But I know the mail comes. It keeps coming. The postal bird is quite content, I can feel it. The postal bird is happy here, and is happy flying here and there. » Read the rest of the entry..
“You see that, child, you see him? Beyond that wired fence lies a lot of uncertainty. The uncertainty you see is not because of not knowing what is going on. The uncertainty on the other side of that fence exists because of realizing what is going on, and what may be going on. He defines the confusion that can haunt someone because they want to think from scratch.”
I turned my head a bit to hear the voice far behind me say that. It was the voice of an old man. I could not see any human around to associate with the voice I was hearing. It was not windy, nor was it hot. There was no wind at all, and the temperature was cool enough to forget about the sun and to think of whether or not I wanted to make the effort to try to cover myself. » Read the rest of the entry..
It sits there quietly, in the exact place that I left it. It is waiting for my attention. It is waiting for me to do something through it. It keeps listening to different signals from the nearby towers. It is always there to let me know if someone wishes to talk to me. If someone sends me a text message. Or if someone sends me a picture message. Or if someone sends me an e-mail.
If I forget to tell it to sleep, it sits there quietly, all attentive and bright, until I fall asleep. Only after a few minutes does it stop shining in order to rest also. Its brain keeps functioning all the time, even when it is turned off. It is working all the time, slowly watching its battery run out of life slowly. It looks forward to being recharged, though most of the time it also looks forward to using all the recharged energy too.
Here it is. Some say it is a distraction. Some say it is powerful. Some say it is useful. Some it is a hype.
I say it just wants to enjoy the night on its own.
The Yellow Slowing Kid. Came out of nowhere. I was surprised, scared even. I almost screamed like a wet alligator. “What in the world are you doing out at this time?!?!” I asked. “What, I can’t be out at this time because you get scared like an alligator?” The kid answered back with the same question I always ask others. “How in the world did it know I was thinking of an alligator?” I thought to myself.
Before I could say anything, the kid started to walk across the road. It was actually a relief, as I did not know what to say. It was a very interesting sight. It was not clear if the “SLOW” sign on the stomach of the kid was to tell others to slow down, or to tell others that the kid was slow. Maybe it was to tell me I was slow.
I am in the house now, writing about the kid, while the kid is out there, still yellow, still wearing a red cap, and still looking forward to becoming “The Glowing Green Kid.”
We will cross paths again, kid. Hopefully then I will know something smart to say back. Hopefully then I will not be slow.
There it is, in my room, standing there. Leaning, actually. Leaning to the right, as if trying to be another wonder of the world. I only use it at night, though even then I like to leave it off. It just sits there, all the time.
During the day, it sits jealous, as something much bigger and more powerful does its job perfectly, and for free. This, however, costs money. A lot of money. Oh, but it’s needed! Sometimes at night the glowing light from your monitor is not sufficient enough to read something. Or even to write something.
I wonder how long it has been leaning like that. I can’t remember. Maybe since the beginning? Regardless, it helps. Even if it has a weak leg, it helps. It helps a lot when I need the light. It is there to show me the light. Yes, it costs, but it shows me the light.
It is daytime now, so the lamp is just sitting there, waiting to be touched. Is it perversion? Or is it an invitation to spend more money? No, it is something else. It is simply the need to feel needed. Like most of us.
Take on April 12th, 2007. At 11:45 am.
