interlude (#2)
supposed to be taking a fcking break :)
metaphors & other stuff that came up as i was finishing the dissertation
document as compost pile, gently rotting heap, what makes nutrients bioavailable?, pile gives way to seeds, mushrooms unfurling after summer rain
legos: ideas as blocks, configure them in a tower, they move around interchangeably, interlocking, rigid combinations quand même
tired of moving myself forward, i’d rather be on a conveyer belt, mechanical arm sorting different things and me into the right pile
cushions, walls of cushions, clouds of cushions, soft padding, soft landing, how to be gentler, how to make it easier, if not for yourself, for other people
i think there are more but i’m distracted by the beach-chair-mobile (bleach blonde curls attached to a striped collapsible seat on top of one of those round stemless scooters); i’m distracted by the two different people singing so loudly to themselves, we’re on the street, their headphones improbably drown out the shaded parts of the afternoon. the lyrics are weird
don’t forget the hoodie, sunken cheeks and gnats hovering, who asks what you’re reading (rouge street) and if it’s good because he’ll let the universe guide him to his next book
the birds are coming up to me: the sparrows aren’t afraid; robin with an earthworm; the bluejay on the porch who makes eye contact with me through the hallway, the window; the female cardinal (brown body, red accents, bright orange beak) who bursts my first tomato for its juicy center, i didn’t even know they’d be yellow when ripe