this is where we look for things
9.17.01 - 10:29
the horoscopes from this week�s onion are probably the best i�ve read in ages. of course i only get to read it sporadically nowadays, but shit. they�re not normally all so funny. so go check it out. beautiful.
the other day we were walking and there was a lady and she had a little suitcase on wheels, why everyone here walks around with a little suitcase on wheels i can�t be quite sure, but it�s irrelevant, because the simple truth is that they do and she was, so the end, el fin. she was walking and she paused and left all of her things on the sidewalk and walked into the road and with the edge of her shoe flipped over a small beetle lying on its back with its legs waving helplessly in the air and i thought, i hate beetles and roaches and crawly insects but that was a beautiful thing.
while walking back from the bus stop after a wonderful weekend in c�diz we see a dirty man with a scruffy beard and mismatched clothes and he is standing in the middle of the road directing traffic. how odd, we think. the cars aren�t paying attention to him. he�s just standing there, to the right of a traffic circle and he is pointing this way and that, motioning for the cars to follow his fingers and everyone is just ignoring him and so when we walk by him heidi says, oh, crazy homeless man, where do we go, but he doesn�t hear us because it was quiet and under her breath and i guess also in ingl�s and he keeps waving cars down and showing them where to go and we just go home because it was where we were going anyway.
and the man in c�diz, standing in front of a caf� in full camouflage, black face and all. you have to wonder. �d�nde est� la guerra? i want to ask, but then there are a few things that cross my mind, one, there might be some war i don�t know of that might really offend this young man all decked out in fatigues and whatnot, this is one thing, but more importantly, there probably is not a war and he is only standing in front of this caf� with his face blackened and his fatigues on, just waiting for something, but i don�t know what and maybe i should just let him be. i suppose we�re always ready for a lucha on the inside and he�s just taking it to the next level where he�s always ready to run into the forest and blend in with the trees. or something like that.
