Friday, September 11, 2009

Evening in the Park

I'm lying on a picnic table in Battery Kemble Park, listening to the wind rustle the leaves. The air is unusually cool for September, and the clouds drip now and then. To the east, the city's glow casts a depressing orange on the vaporous ceiling in an ugly false dawn. The crickets chirp, calling a desperate, last hope for sex before death. The breeze tosses my damp frizzled hair about my face, and I ignore it. Dead trees claw at the sky, silent accusers. The sky is a mottled grey, slowly morphing and mutating as my eyes adjust and the wind exerts its will.

Depending on your definition of parallel universes, on a planet n meters away from my spot, there is someone extremely similar to me, lying on an extremely similar picnic table, thinking extremely similar thoughts, asking extremely similar questions, and just as hopefully depressed about the future. I think the Germans probably have a word for this feeling, but it is 93 characters long and I can't do umlauts on my phone.

4 comments:

dontEATnachos said...

Here, this should help you figure out how to insert umlauts with your phone.

Chuckles said...

Crap, I have to update the OS? I should look into updating the network flimflam, and maybe recalibrating my phone's samoflange.

Von said...

the fact that you can spell umlauts is very sexy.

Chuckles said...

Anything I do is pretty damn sexy, Von.