2013-12-02 - 9:05 a.m.
"an increase why is an increase idle, why is silver cloister, why is the spark brighter, if it is brighter is there any result, hardly more than ever."
the red-shredded evening sky fades to a cold bruised purple, failing to deliver on its promise of snow. we creep our way along the clotted highway, pennsylvania farmland on either side of us. a barn, a silo, a hex sign.
later, we will drive through interchangeable towns, wakefulness reinforced at intervals by cups of hot coffee and blasts of night air. one suspects that this might be the kind of happiness only really recognized in hindsight - all these naked trees, and the hawks over the highway.
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reading: a textbook on american history.
listening to: the screaming females, rotten apple.
working on: cleaning house.
in the garden: the last dry leaves are falling from my little fringe tree.