Friday, February 8, 2008
The echo is so loud that my skull is starting to imagine that it is a jellyfish having a bad dream. It is as if I am standing on Zeus' nightstand listening to him snore while catfish swim in and out of his nostrils and my ears consider submitting their resignation. But the echo is just a less pretty version of the original, staring at itself in the bathroom mirror and wishing on plastic surgery, but no surgery can change a sound. You are what you are, echo! And that is just fine with me. Now lets make some more racket in this lonely canyon where the train-robbers used to roost.