I always wanted to take a train to the city limits. I'm certain there's nothing much at the end. Not even "nothing much"- people say there's absolutely nothing there. Precisely. Weeds. Rusted rails. Cleaning people. Just tracks that cut off or make a u-turn. No definite boundaries.
I want to go because I want to know what nothing looks like.
And then just as inexplicable I'll go home the same way.
and I have a cameo appearance in your column. =) just read it today. this is a good one, larry. the hesitation to get up and go, the restlessness, the unscratchable itch. haha. me likey. =)
"Bullfighting, it seems to me, gives us a clue. Kill the beast by all means, they say, but make it a contest, a ritual, and honour your antagonist for his strength adn bravery. eat him too, after you have vanquished him. Look him in the eyes before you kill him, and thank him afterwards. Sing songs about him.
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I always wanted to take a train to the city limits. I'm certain there's nothing much at the end. Not even "nothing much"- people say there's absolutely nothing there. Precisely. Weeds. Rusted rails. Cleaning people. Just tracks that cut off or make a u-turn. No definite boundaries.
I want to go because I want to know what nothing looks like.
And then just as inexplicable I'll go home the same way.
Maayong Pasko, Larry!
and I have a cameo appearance in your column. =) just read it today. this is a good one, larry. the hesitation to get up and go, the restlessness, the unscratchable itch. haha. me likey. =)
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