Thursday, August 14, 2008

I watch a middle aged man's bicep flex and burn as he picks up a large piece of construction material and produces lactic acid. I think of the muscle. I just walked fourteen blocks. Our appointments, our adjustments, the way we move ourselves through timelessness.

The man who found animals walked with his cat perched on his head like the lions that guard the great Chinese restaurants. He walked quickly enough to quell question and stroked his cat on the tail. He stopped to wave to a friend or spectator and said, I never knew there was more to life than food, until I found where the food comes from.

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