goodbye

on the edge of sleep she thought again about the way -- he had addressed her, in that strange talk. she had not seen him express emotion before or since. even his lovemaking had been a silent thing, the only at the last had his breathing roughened and then stopped for a minute. he was like something out of a fairytale or a myth, the last of his breed in a world that writing the last page of its book. it didn't matter. he could stay for a while. tomorrow was the time enough to think, or the day after that.

she slept.

love at first sigh

a forced sigh emitted. body knocking against body; standing room only -- just before Ortigas a seat opens up, almost glowing angel, singing, just for next to it sits a man with good hair and stylish glasses.

vibes.

but it's all demeanor and dress. well, modish glasses, good hair and a reading book are just what i need now. calm karma, patience, i see, thoughtful.

so the best part of this empty seat, besides the man sitting next to it -- him, looking down at a book -- is the man's age. a mid-to-late-twenty-something , i seat myself with grace, with poise -- but, my timing is perfect, sitting down before the driver slams the pedal, before the bus lurches forth, and immediately i love this seat: he looks good, he reads, and God, he smells good too! i look at his book for title atop page, but seeing none, continue to enjoy his peripheral presence.

LSS

ever experienced a song that had been playing itself through your mind all day, the maddening kind of thing that will not let go, that stands mockingly outside tha apse of the conscious mind and makes faces at the rational being inside?

how does that grab you?

cigarette butts

if a God watches over it all, does He actually mete out justice for a race of gnats among an infinite races of gnats? does His eye see the sparrow fall when the sparrow is less than a speck of hydrogen floating disconnected in the depths of space? and if He does see, what must the nature of such a God be? where does He live? how is it possible to live beyond infinity?

well, so maybe the universe offers a paradox too great for the finite mind to grasp. as the living brain cannot conceive of a non-living brain -- although it may think it can -- the finite mind cannot grasp the infinite.