Monday, June 06, 2005

Slow food for thought

...I realized my fatigue when I caught myself looking for prices at the 100 yen shop...

If you watch a wave from the time it forms, it can be agonizing in the amount of time it takes to break. I can imagine the wait for the three surfers. From a distance, their heads look like watermelon seeds. I turn my eyes from the post-storm swells to the beach. Are trees, eternally rooted, more satisfied than sharks, ever moving? Nearby, a swarm of gnats swirl in the warm air above a tombstone. I sit and watch the summer go by...

On the turntable: Gil Scott-Heron, "Small Talk at 125th and Lenox"
On the Nighttable: Nevil Shute, "On the Beach"

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