Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Eagle
Today, I am walking my dog and this man is standing on the bridge that leads to the park. He is leaning back, looking up at the sky. He turns when I am beside him, and he points up. There is an eagle sitting on a pole over the bay. He points at it and tells me that it is an eagle. He’s so excited, like he has conjured up the eagle himself. And in a way, he has.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Giant Chicken
You know, last night I dreamt that the world was ending all around me. Roads were cracked and broken and building were laying on their sides, collapsed.
It wasn't too bad thinking about everything ending. There was grass and tree roots poking up through the ground. I approved of that. I have always liked the notion of the land taking itself back.
But then I dreamt that I was the only person left alive. And that was okay too. I know it is a little bit conceited to think about being the only person in the world to survive the fiery end.
I wasn't alone though. And that was the problem, because my only company was this giant chicken. I think he was a mascot. It bothered me a bit, being left alone in the world with a giant chicken.
How would you feel stuck, alone with only a giant chicken to keep you company? I felt ridiculous. I was glad the world had ended so that nobody could see that I was such a loser that I survived Armageddon in the company of a giant chicken. I kept looking over my shoulder in case there was somebody around who could see us.
Besides, he was a very unpleasant giant chicken. Bossy and cranky too. Well, we'd walk along deserted stretches of road and when I turned left he'd say, "no! turn right." What was the point I ask you. It wasn't as if we had anywhere in particular to go. The worst part was that I'd start arguing about which direction we should go.
Even though I knew there was no point in arguing, I argued anyways. I hate when I do that. What's the point in arguing when fate has already written the rest of the story for you.
It wasn't too bad thinking about everything ending. There was grass and tree roots poking up through the ground. I approved of that. I have always liked the notion of the land taking itself back.
But then I dreamt that I was the only person left alive. And that was okay too. I know it is a little bit conceited to think about being the only person in the world to survive the fiery end.
I wasn't alone though. And that was the problem, because my only company was this giant chicken. I think he was a mascot. It bothered me a bit, being left alone in the world with a giant chicken.
How would you feel stuck, alone with only a giant chicken to keep you company? I felt ridiculous. I was glad the world had ended so that nobody could see that I was such a loser that I survived Armageddon in the company of a giant chicken. I kept looking over my shoulder in case there was somebody around who could see us.
Besides, he was a very unpleasant giant chicken. Bossy and cranky too. Well, we'd walk along deserted stretches of road and when I turned left he'd say, "no! turn right." What was the point I ask you. It wasn't as if we had anywhere in particular to go. The worst part was that I'd start arguing about which direction we should go.
Even though I knew there was no point in arguing, I argued anyways. I hate when I do that. What's the point in arguing when fate has already written the rest of the story for you.
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