Thursday, January 3, 2013
Vroom-vroom
_ ' ... the Sun is but a morning star.'
_ Thoreau... Henry David Thoreau. If I recall correctly it is with that very line, that immortal bit of prose, that he brings Walden to a close.
_ Life in the woods... What do you think about electricity?
_ Fish fishing, river river; ocean far, ocean wide, deep and strong. To stand on the shore, to be able to swim, but to fear the depths.
_ That's remarkably similar to what I was thinking, only completely different. How was your walk?
_ I'll let you know when I rest; I'll let you know when I stop.
_ You ever think about buying a car?
_ No, but I often make use of one of the many left abandoned outside of convenience stores. I get in, drive to wherever it is I feel I am destined to next be, get out and continue on foot; I very rarely go over ten miles.
_ Have you ever 'made use' of a 1986, German-engineered, Pontiac Cavatelli? A 1986, German-engineered, Pontiac Cavatelli that was warming up outside my house?
_ Is your house a store?
_ No.
_ No.
_ It was stolen from my driveway a while back.
_ You were robbed when you bought it. What do you expect?
_ What do I expect? Less and less everyday.
_ We need to look beyond the striving; we need... it is an arrested silence. I could say more but with the economy the way it is I will conserve my words; besides, I was robbed when I acquired them.
_ It's not fair...
_ Iniquity is another word for birth - the plagiarized life. We are burdened with this until we sense the futility in continually expressing this lie.
_ I remember once, when I used to smoke, the momentary intrigue of tobacco resting upon my tongue; a single strand of tobacco. That was the day I stopped smoking. I have no such recollection of the economy.
_ Really? Anyway, I suggest you turn off your car and lock it while you warm it up. Chai?
_ Why?
_ It's on the menu.
_ OK.
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... A hole in the sole of my shoe would be the only reason to consider buying a car.
... Distance traveled; distance yet to go. A hole in the sole of the world.
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