Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Queen West, walking

South Asian man, early 20s, light weight brown jean jacket with pockets to stuff, green scarf, skinny jeans, black belt, productized short black hair.

I've never been able to read and walk. Your stride is huge. How can you walk with such confidence?

Cat's Cradle, Kurt Vonnegut (Dial Press)

About page 277:

Food was no problem, and neither were clothing or shelter, for the weather was uniformly dry and dead and hot. Our health was monotonously...

Jesus! The curb.

Little jog. Steady pace. And we're walking. Nice recovery.
...good. Apparently all the germs were dead, too--or napping.

2 comments:

ms peacock said...

i love your humour.

Julie Wilson said...

All in the wrist, all in the wrist.