a memory of goodness & splendor

music: you look so alive, julie doiron
mood: assured.

three dimensional objects have two dimensional shadows, so three dimensional shadows have four dimensional objects & all we see of each other is not what we are.

today, i like the way we inhabit our bodies, how everything gets more unusual as afternoon wears toward its very end. (this follows my night awake) and i like to curl up in my velveteen armchair and drink coffee while you are still asleep; i like to stand barefoot on the porch, feeling the temperature of the day. before work, i sit outside the public library reading children's books and write softly to myself. and why are my most honest conversations with strangers? why do i never ask questions i cannot answer? the bench bends and warps from my body; tired eyes set the motion of everything ashimmer. three boys in football uniforms bicycle by; adrienne clarkson wanders in the boutique. running fingers over silk jackets, wrapping and unwinding scarves from her neck - this is the boredom of well-tailored clothes.

we walk northward and arrive at local jo's and have two minutes to spare. we both drink peppermint leaf tea, we sit on a wooden bench with chocolate & boggle & pencils. (i remember stories that were forgotten, forget the things i mean to say) cats twine round the corners of this october night and passing cars light up the letters and our words. talk home, walk with a gift-baguette under your arm. i am surefooted, i know the way.