my sister took me to the aquarium today. we watched the fish flit by: fire anemonefish, bird wrasse, batfish, baby hammerheads. trails of fishshit dispersed like pollen. the backdrop, a rainbow of reef.
our eyes moved left to right, left to right, and it was me behind the glass, finding an end and another end but no way out.
20090124
.road.trip.to.amsterdam.
I'm invited to a party in frosty Quebec tonight, a party I won't be party to.
It's a party to bid a temporary farewell and godspeed to a friend that I hardly see anyway. There is a certain irony entangled in there somewhere.
Ok, let's be honest. I have no interest in tumbling down a stairway of bars, breaking all arms and legs of common sense until all that's left standing is self-deceit. Enmeshed in the social network of strangers' ship, trawling for happiness in the Sea of Dionysus.
The taste of sour grapes fills my mouth.
I read a T.S. Eliot quote today:
"what we call the beginning is often
the end, and to make an end
is to make a beginning: The
end is where we start from."
So, perhaps I am to give a far off toast tonight, because as fellow walkers and wanderers, the further we drift away from home, the more we will travel hand in hand.
It's a party to bid a temporary farewell and godspeed to a friend that I hardly see anyway. There is a certain irony entangled in there somewhere.
Ok, let's be honest. I have no interest in tumbling down a stairway of bars, breaking all arms and legs of common sense until all that's left standing is self-deceit. Enmeshed in the social network of strangers' ship, trawling for happiness in the Sea of Dionysus.
The taste of sour grapes fills my mouth.
I read a T.S. Eliot quote today:
"what we call the beginning is often
the end, and to make an end
is to make a beginning: The
end is where we start from."
So, perhaps I am to give a far off toast tonight, because as fellow walkers and wanderers, the further we drift away from home, the more we will travel hand in hand.
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