this is me not walking to confession
right now.
but as i walked the last couple blocks home today i was listening to laurie anderson, & how did i never think of how frightening �O Superman� would be? �especially the part, so chilling, when she says through that filter, here come the planes.
here come the planes!
they're american planes,
made in america.
smoking or non-smoking?
and the voice said:
neither snow nor rain
nor gloom of night
shall stay these couriers
from their appointed rounds.
cause when love is gone,
there's always justice.
...& so on.
i wrote out this long, silly bit in my head about what it means to say "after september eleventh" but i got bored with it quickly. i imagine anyone would.
but today at the clinic we all had chinese food & i ate four fortune cookies, because no one wanted them. i am displeased when the fortunes are not actually fortunes but aphorisms. what's the fun? one of my "learn chinese" words was "windmill."
