Tuesday, February 07, 2006

This is Highway 80, seconds after I ran over a pillow. Posted by Picasa
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Scott said...

. . . so, why can't I see the pillow?

This has got to be one of those Existential Moments that you are so apt at capturing . . . the sharply vague sense of uncorporate meaninglessness has recast my universal ennui into a vaster vaguer mould . . . I feel hurt, but in a good way . . . like looking in my rearview mirror and seeing the blasted form of a destroyed pillow blowing across a freeway, as opposed to the concern and angst I'd experience looking back and seeing nothing and suddenly realizing that the 40 ounces of plastic was probably even now beginning to superheat against the catylitic converter, 16 inches from my driver's seat . . .

12:35 PM

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