yet another attempt at texty outlets. this one appears to autosave things not already saved. joy? or more exasperation?

i wrote a sonnet today. 14 lines that seemed like 4000 for as much time as it took to fill that form with suitable content. the form is the vessel, and it guides the content up to a point, but it has a way of sculpting , too. and not just guiding. in fact guiding may be an off-base word to use for form, though it depends on the who andthe what and the why. this effort today attempted to be a narrative of sorts but i can see where form could be used for arbitrary deposit of incongruous content.

i also wrote a long and rambling thing last night, whilst sitting naked at the window, feeling like i was back up in Washington Heights and wishing that when i was up there i had a typing surface of some sort on which to peck out words while staring out the window at that crazyinsane view toward the GWB.

i hate the fall. i just decided this. i like the summer and i like the winter but the fall breaks my back. it can be beautiful, of course, for those with a fetish for the decay of foliage and its metaphor for the inevitability of death. bit it‘s not *that* beautiful. the vibrancy of a thriving and living organism is more alluring to me than the expanse of death that is a fall foliage cruise or driving tour.

i had a moment of ennui today. walking from point A to point B i felt certain that a stretch of time amounting to about 8 seconds had not just happened, for i had no memory of it. i think i was shuffling wads of cash around in my pants pocket (hah) and looking at this mini-computer with telephone functionality when i looked up and saw where i was and could not account for the previous 8 seconds. maybe more than 8. maybe 8000 seconds. maybe 8 years, 98 years, maybe 2,000 centuries just passed and i awoke from the passage of epochs as if only a few seconds had passed.

and i think about what it might be like, to stroll across this same sidewalk, 4,000 centuries from now. the force of gravity might be less than it is now. infants and people of low body mass might face the hazard of floating. they would need weights. the hazards of infancy take a new dimensoin of risk. the lessening of gravity spawns an industry in weightless vehicles and invisible highways. zzzz.