Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Life, The Serial
On my misty, coolish dogwalk tonight, I noticed that the graffito of LIFE with the "i" dotted with an "x," on a small electrical utility shed, was gone.
LIFE, vanished, without a trace.
As if LIFE were but a dream.
I miss LIFE.
Where'd it go, now that its resident surface is scrubbed clean, freshly painted, pristine?
Can LIFE even exist on such a pristine surface anyway?
LIFE, I was just getting to know you. I was on the cusp of what you wanted to tell me, who put you there, and why.
Now, it's like starting over.
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3 comments:
Ain't that always the way of these things?
Life throws such curveballs.
Puss
Paul,
I'm just casting around among my online friends after a long absence. I'm glad I stopped by and found you as thoughtful and eloquent as always. Well done!
Andrew
Puss,
The curveball is hard to hit -- unless you wait, wait, wait. (Cf. Murakami.)
Andrew,
So good to see you here!
Paul
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