In the passenger seat of a car. A woman is driving.
It's sunny. I blow smoke through the open window. A woman on the sidewalk takes my photograph.
"I've forgotten my shades," I say.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Blind
In a garden. Crocuses are blooming and it is sunny, but there are still patches of snow in the bed.
Three men. One says they must blind themselves. He takes out the eyes of the other two men, then tells them he too is blind, but he does not remove his eyes.
I am the man. I pretend I cannot see.
At a London Underground station with Jason and a stranger. Jason buys all three tickets. They are 1.40 each. We discuss their value. Jason asks about buses. I say they are cheaper but take longer.
Three men. One says they must blind themselves. He takes out the eyes of the other two men, then tells them he too is blind, but he does not remove his eyes.
I am the man. I pretend I cannot see.
At a London Underground station with Jason and a stranger. Jason buys all three tickets. They are 1.40 each. We discuss their value. Jason asks about buses. I say they are cheaper but take longer.
Six Of One
By a road. A bus blows a tire and rolls down an embankment.
I reach the bus. Six people stand at the back. The driver is a friend of mine. He is dead.
I reach the bus. Six people stand at the back. The driver is a friend of mine. He is dead.
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