flutter

experimenting with a new lens at the Zoo today. i will spare you all of the technical details but suffice to say, the thing has conflicting bouts of great strength and great weakness. then again, what doesn't? who doesn't?

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the sunhours have transformed me into a brittle husk, hot and pale. below, PA systems blare with the impending set lists and here we stay, aloft, holed up in our manufactured climate. everything now is this neo-bluegrass twang, all around me. the ice water glass sweats and the blue-inked, index-carded reminders dissipate and swirl: thank you for clearing my schedule, then. nothing but time. so, let's fly away to someplace cooler. let's fly away to someplace like Chamonix. just for the week, the day. even just for a few thin minutes. let's take a ride, skyward, in an elevator bored through a mountain, to a peak where nothing flies, except those things akin to souls.

birdbrained