Anodyne
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
 
Dream: walking out to the highway in Omaha, across a sun-baked, empty concrete bridge, the river below the washed-out color of denim, like the sky. Little eddies in the water the only sign of movement. Insubstantial green trees. Unspecifiability of the geography: half west Richmond, half Omaha, with a memory of crossing the Mississippi twice last year thrown in for good measure. It was baking hot but I felt strangely calm, as if the half-sensed, but not yet seen car awaiting me on the far side was something I'd been waiting for my whole life.
- posted by cjb @ 12:28 PM


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