Western winds stand still, dust settles the sun, each moment has to be thorough, time is forced to wait. Starvation plagues my body, full on appetizers, hungry for much-needed nutrition, tomorrow holds a feast, give thanks to another year, when will be my day? Lines of tedious perfection, running together, my job is separation. Stay for the benefits, settle down in security, but my goal remains certain. Focus. Remember life as a passenger. Drive. Touch ground long enough, take flight. Blue sea mistaken as the skies, mountains mistaken as clouds, salt mistaken as snow. Mistakes meant to be dealt with. Why care about linear, active curves? All night diners, desert, sunset in rearview, open left field, distant peaks. Importance.
November 24, 1998