This is my head now. Isn't it beautiful?
This is my street.
I love you street!
People get used to what they see. They become accustomed to the sight of their own face. It becomes reality. It becomes their myth.
"I am this," they say. "The world is this. Everything is this."
Alternatives seem impossible.
But transformation comes.
Last night we watched the election results on our laptop at Sugarlump, an organic coffee house in The Mission. As Obama pulled ahead of McCain someone from back home said to me on the phone, "You better start going to church," a reference to her theory that Barack Obama is the Anti-Christ.
Look for something and find it.
Audrey and I turned the computer off, left the coffee house, walked over to the Castro, wandered through the streets with jubilant throngs laughing and screaming silly, beautiful things at each other.
To hell with the ghosts.
Yes, Obama has destroyed everything, thankfully!
Now run to the aftermath. The future is in the rubble.
Hallelujah. Amen.
ReplyDeleteI know you are a creative person, but why would you put staples in your head man. seems a bit extreme.
ReplyDeletegood luck.
Phil,
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about your injury! Getting staples in the head sounds like a very unpleasant sensation.
Indy was (as expected) very subdued about the elections. No big parties on the Circle.
Joe Merrick
Iron should definitely be a staple in everyone's diet!
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