Thursday, July 28, 2005

Less. Slower.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Summer is a temperature. Summer is a hope.

Monday, July 18, 2005

How politely and precisely the shadow walks down the street with its person.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Sometimes on asphalt, it flashes: "There was a field here. Things grew."

Friday, July 15, 2005

It is night. Under the streetlight, in chalk, a man is drawing the sun.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Evaporation, in elegant silence, sops up the drips.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

What is the smallest event you've noticed today?

Sunday, July 10, 2005

The tenderness of souls is more evident at night.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

Morning hello

If I lightly touch and silently thank several trees between where I live and public transportation, it's a better day.

The texture of the tree bark against my skin implies there are many ways to be alive.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Knowing the time

"They would do without spring altogether rather than fail to make a cake in the shape of a lark at its beginning. They did not belong to those who did not know how important that was and did not do it. "

--from "Oblomov," a novel by Ivan Goncharov

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Walking beside the grass green park, talking on her phone about her party, she said, "Oh, yes, bring it. Bring all your everything."


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