the seagulls are
circling again, flying where i can see them, straight into the middle of the 90 degrees. it looks as if they're about to crash, then they slide right through at 45, never missing the mark.
it's the same window. it's the same roof. it's probably even the same fucking seagull.
as i left seattle, i watched a starling flying alongside our moving bus, suspended by its own speed, just to the right of the antenna. it carried on for a long time and i thought of a horse racing a train racing the light trying to deny that time moves in a straight line.
this is way off topic, but it suddenly came to mind:
it's the same window. it's the same roof. it's probably even the same fucking seagull.
as i left seattle, i watched a starling flying alongside our moving bus, suspended by its own speed, just to the right of the antenna. it carried on for a long time and i thought of a horse racing a train racing the light trying to deny that time moves in a straight line.
this is way off topic, but it suddenly came to mind:
posted by magsimillion at 10:04 p.m.
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