November 24, 2008
A window seat to the world at large; a world thatís falling away. Insistent feet beat, stepping over tears and cracks as the seams pull apart. Skipping over craters and chasms that have swallowed the trees and the cars. That are filling with water from above and mud from below. That are windswept and weary from living too long. That is coiled like a worm in the gut of a dog squirming for survival. Flattening, fattening and pressing against the membrane. That shimmies and sways in a distant doorway; pale bone on bone sparkling and stiffening into an ice figurine.