salience
January 29, 2006
I've been listening to a lot of the Cranberries lately. And for some reason, Dolores O'Riordan's voice hits where I am right now. I can't place any one instance, part of my life I live five days out of the week is crystalline concrete, the same, predictable. Challenging. But there is an undercurrent of fate which pulls me to certain places at certain times the remaining 48 hours of the week. A different experience entirely. My schedule is always the same and yet so different each and every time. But this past weekend especially has been out of the norm, checking to make sure I can log into my work system from home, getting things done to help ease into this next work week, into this next month of 2006. I have "a threat and a shadow" growing in my mind today. At the laundromat there were these eyes that kept catching mine, someone else across the folding tables and washers from me. They were so sad and introspective, I can't remember if I was staring or the one being stared at, I don't even know if there was a person there or if it was just my imagination excited by the rain. But part of me remembers seeing someone standing in the doors of the Wash N Fold on Division Ave. If that was you watching as I drove away as it started to mist, I saw you. "She's only got one reason to live, this is your life."
lasaliente, 17:52
