The Road to Nowhere.

Strangely enough, and as if by some natural, autogenic familiarity, I continue to try and figure out some possible way for it to work. Gears shift, cogs turn, and endless futile scenarios play through my mind like comedias del arte, sans comedia. Almost…but not quite feasible.

To go to the pub with Past and Comfort is a seedy risk, to be sure. Thank goodness that this time, I’m buying the drinks…and I know when to cut out and stumble home, before the gentle, hazy inebriation turns to ugly belligerence.

Thank goodness, as well, for the trackless ocean and the safety–or isolation–it confers.

4 Responses to “The Road to Nowhere.”

  1. spiffington Says:
    December 5th, 2003 at 6:57 am

    And he moved on,
    Always moving on…

  2. agntprovocateur Says:
    December 5th, 2003 at 9:04 am

    the road says: look straight ahead. there is no turning back!
    :>

  3. cygnoir Says:
    December 5th, 2003 at 9:34 am

    and in our discontent
    we refer back to the same phrases
    the same words we once used
    and the same tone the same voice
    but life changes our accents
    furls us at the edges tints the pauses
    lexicons shift and bulge
    like restless seaweed in that ocean
    no breath we take to begin
    no sentence strung so cautiously together
    no dialogue is a dialogue with yesterday
    you should stop talking and only smile

  4. Anonymous Says:
    December 5th, 2003 at 11:58 am

    Heart Cooks Brain
    HEART COOKS BRAIN
    Slow walk
    It's land mine
    It's coal mine
    It's a bad thought
    On the way to god don't know
    my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal
    I'm trying to get my head clear
    i push things out through my mouth i get refilled through my ears
    i'm on my way to god don't know or even care
    my brain's the weak heart, and my heart's the long stairs
    Inland from Vancouver shore
    the ravens and the seagulls push each other inward and outward
    inward and outward
    in this place that i call home
    my brain's the cliff, and my heart's the bitter buffalo
    my heart's the bitter buffalo
    we tore one down, and erected another there
    the match of the century: absence versus thin air
    on the way to god don't know
    my brain's the burger and my heart's the coal
    on this life that we call home
    the years go fast and the days go so slow
    ~ Modest Mouse

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