After 12 hours: How trivial it all seems to be.
This morning on my way to pick up my daughter, I watched a woman hurrying, on foot in the rain. I wondered where she thought she had to go so badly that required her to take this drowning stroll down the street. What reality had she become enraptured and engrossed in that she felt obligated to make that journey and so early on a Sunday morning? Was it church? Was it her children? Was it the desire to fulfill her requirements with an employer in order for her to be able to “provide” for herself? Is there an emergency? Could it just be the rain pushing her along, but if so, why is she there to begin with?
I watched the colors of the lights. Red light. I’m programmed to have an internal alarm go off at the sight of…
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This is a call of Loki’s Doughter.
Free membership, anarchistic.
No rules, no demands.
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July 3, 2012 at 9:24 pm