Tuesday, April 6, 2010
i know it's just a matter of seasons. this is the midwest after all. fields for farmers and crowded streets are really the only sorts of places where you can meet people you once knew. OR at least that's how a man on tour described it to me & he was a crowded person who has lived with these ideas fuming in his car for so long. the creases in his hand kind of looked like mine, but much more exaggerated in an exhausted kind of way, & i couldn't help but believe every word he said especially when he was using so many words to say nothing at all.