i had a bird's eye view of the entire island. i could see a middle aged fat guy sitting near the center of it and someone on a loud speaker introduced him as the man in charge. i spotted a walrus as a speck in the water. as it approached our boat its whiskers grew as long as tree branches. i knew it wouldn't harm us but could sense what was to follow. i darted up a tall thin pole.
even the - the stars up here in the - in the sky look like a mess. there
is no harmony in the universe. we have to get acquainted to this idea
that there is no real harmony as we have conceived it. but when I say
this, i say this all full of admiration for the jungle. it is not that i
hate it, i love it. i love it very much. but i love it against my
better judgment.
sometimes she hummed to herself as she walked, and other times she listened quietly to the songs inside her. there were all kinds of music in her thoughts. some she heard over radios, and some was in her mind already without her ever having heard it anywhere.
we walked across old railroad tracks and watched a red crane sweep a truck from the bridge. we peeked through tears along a fence and found hidden gears and scraps of metal. ...a secret place i like to go.