Snail life, crawling across countryside, Backpack full of life, traveling, life, which is made up of lists, quantified by the severity of heat on the arms. Life in the present tense. List of images, fleeting, fleeing. What else do you want? On the knife’s edge of:
- contentment
- exhaustion
- need, which needs? Need Swiss army knife to replace current backpack kitchen. I carry:
- lemon juice
- garlic salt
- miniature vial of olive oil
I lunch in the park, lying down, facing up, leaves of green hair. Heat recorded only in the solicitous winks of cars passing. At rest but in motion. Where are these patterns coming from?
Birds identified:
- peacocks
- baby peacocks (look like ducklings)
- ducks which look suspiciously like mallards
- Small Tern
- everywhere, pigeons. Where are pigeons from?
- swallows
The swallows in the Real Alcazar, Seville. Hundreds strong. Vortex swirling around an empty courtyard. Tiles in the terrace of the baths. It hurts to be this happy. Disapproving tiles in the Room of the Ceiling of the Catholic Kings. Why does it hurt to be this happy? I am concerned for the health of the koi fish in the Garden of the Dancing Ladies. It turns out they are just karp fish and they are supposed to be that ugly. Vital in the garden of a fortress, a millenium’s peace, it hurts, you are close to a moment where it is good to die, it is not the peace that is worth dying for, it is you, you are the moment. Admiring the pale shade of a pomegranate tree. You admit that your nostalgia is not true, it’s a slogan to brighten your impotence, see:
- [N/A]
- A bruised slogan.
- how much money do you have to have to fortress a peace for a thousand years?
- How much bravery?
- Arrogance?
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I do not take what I can not carry, conversations, burdens, hardcover books. I strengthen by No and my No thanks. What else do I want?
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I spend most of my reading hours on trains. Authors are distorted windows. What is distorted? The train moves fast.
Now I’m in Córdoba, with the Synagogue and the Cathedral-Mosque. After so many days of Jesus Christ the ever-suffering, Jesus Christ the Tormented, Jesus Christ the Man in Agony, Jesus Christ, How could you see That Guy Suffer Any Longer Without Thinking, That’s Just How I Feel. It’s a relief to visit other places of worship. At the risk of getting dogmatic with the Catholicism.
I haven’t seen much of the city yet. I did see a weird amount of cats in the Jewish quarter. I started counting once I had seen reached seven cats. Finally I discover that neighborhood is a ‘cat sanctuary,’ which means all the cats I saw were either sickly or hooligans. Buenas noches.
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