18 NOV 06
It's possible they're not seeing people change that much. "Luckily Christopher is not and Bobby is not, so she's hoping that Donny is not." They look like the heads of U.N. interpreters. The way time passes in the eyes. People have all kinds of reasons for being nice. Wearing my sister's shoes. First impression? Something is already settled. "Stop by the shop before you leave town." Then he walked down the platform, smiling, his two tiny daughters dancing around him. He'll be there tomorrow, on a Sunday. Fine art? I like the little snowman, why not. Mostly I just think of the days.
I hate to fall, do you? It makes me angry. Walking down a hallway, all the doors open and the people in the rooms inviting me to join them. But when I see that lit door at the end of the hall and head toward it, then I'm happy. Just shy of that lit door, a quiet door marked "stairs" and I turn to it. Soon I'm in another hall and it is more or less the same. Guided to "stairs" again and again--is this living? Every man woman and child in America wants to put a gun to someone's head. We know that. We're the audience.
--What's on your mind?
--Things I wish I hadn't said.
--How would you characterize your ambition?
--It didn't break the skin.
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