Cassandra’s Tears

Tears of joy, tears of pain, we are reflected in the salt-water pools we create. So let us build a fleet of paper boats and sail them on our ocean of indecision, laughing at the wind-whipped white-crested waves that would wash over us, drowning us in our own despair, yet somehow never vanquishing us in the end.

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Friday, June 11, 2004

What happens to the light when you turn off the switch?

Where do the words go when they disappear from the screen because your sleeve caught some keys when you were talking on the phone? What happens to your ordered thoughts, your proper syntax and grammatically correct phraseology when you hang up the receiver and notice that the white box has gone completely blank? Do you start over? Do you try to recreate what was so spontaneously spewed onto the page, knowing that it cannot match that first attempt? There is no hope. We must say no for today and try again tomorrow.


Blogger DaVinci said...

That's when I turn into a fatalist. So fatalism is good for something after all; it helps me cope with surprises.

12/31/2007 12:33 AM  

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