So lonely, like a lonely planet. So abandoned. Kicked (or thrown, dribbled, tossed, rolled) to the side of the road, actually the sidewalk. Air ball. Ground ball. Basketball. So many questions, so little time. Actually, as much time as we need. The parade of questions, replete with mystery, enslaved to no shot clock:
- Who left it here?
- Why?
- One person or several?
- Male or female or questioning or both or none?
- How long has it been here?
- Why was it still there two days later?
- Who won?
- Or was it a solitary game?
- Where's the hoop or hoops?
- Wouild a baseball or football lie (lay, lie, who knows, who cares) there similarly and for the same duration?
- Would someone toss a basketball back and forth against a wall as one might a tennis ball?
- Was violence involved?
- Apathy?
- Attrition?
- Anomie?
- Anime?
- Espionage?
- Subterfuge?
- How long will it stay there?
- Has anyone else noticed it?
- Why has no one picked it up and kept it?
- Is this symbolic?
- Iconic?
- Nihilistic?
- Does this prove the world is round?
- What would happen, where would it go, if an earthquake trembled the earth, wobbling the ground beneath our feet, the way coronavirus is shaking our foundations, our infrastructure, nudging downhill on the one and only Tipperary Hill?
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