:: glean ::

:: Thursday, January 16, 2003 ::

Sin

There is something very sad about a city with no fountains. "Water, decoratively delivered, hides a multitude of architectual sins" he said to me one day. He had a knack of making me feel the stranger in my own town. "Without water.." he said, confidentially, " ...a city is bleak and desolate.To continuously turn corners without that potential promise of a fountain is a calamity."

:: Fretting 7:58 AM [+] ::
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Dragon / Symbol

He is a tram driver and yet he is lost.
Believe it- this is not easy to do.
(especially as he does this everyday)
(especially as trams cannot deviate from their tracks)
A fog has covered his thoughts like a houndstooth jacket on a shyster and subsequently the street signs no longer make sense to him-
meaningless symbols, arbitrary geometric arrangements.

:: Fretting 4:38 PM [+] ::
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Plane / Flash

The morning streets are deserted except for me, the old and the insane. There is one woman I pass each morning while the light flashes and glints on newly-hosed pathways. She feeds old cake to the pigeons and argues with her dead mother, who contacts her through the patterns and sounds made by the birds. The birds/dead mother eat the stale offerings but do not bother to argue back.

:: Fretting 11:11 AM [+] ::
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