Archives for March, 2007

I think cloud shadows are strange things.

And the shadows of birds in flight.
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I am reading again an essay I read in November¹. I highlighted in November a sentence in this essay about theory and tension: about the need for tension in theory and the danger of fluency in theory².

I am coiled drowsily on a couch in a near empty student centre, so it is easy for me to glide over that sentence and my highlighting of it.

We grow giddy – I
      grow giddy.

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I consider my options. They’re not incredibly extensive. Toblerone, Snickers, Twix. I remember him saying once that his favourite is Toblerone, so I select a yellow-wrapped chocolate, even though I’m fairly sure my brother will say, when I give it to him, that he hates Toblerone.

I turn around and find I must manoeuvre my way around the only three people in that grey, multicoloured aisle. Two women and a boy. The women are staring at him in shock: you can feel the air suspended around their still bodies, their eyes fixed on his small frame, their mouths frozen in lowercase os. He, all of eight maybe, tries to stand straight under their unflinching disbelief, but his shoulders are up, his chin down, and his eyes open wide, staring up at these two formidable women, his mouth twisted tight. The white wires snaking out of both his ears are an ugly sight. They slither across his pale, uncomfortable skin, contrast smugly against his thin ash-blond hair and meet loosely under his neck, are disconnected from the iPod clenched in his left hand.
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