gifts
I ate free food twice this weekend, once Friday at Reed College's centennial celebration, and then Saturday morning at a St. Francis hot dog/hamburger/winter clothing give-away. The company was more erudite and calm at Reed, the long-term homeless on the west side of the river tend to be stereotypically disadvantaged. I chewed beef thoroughly and listened to the conversations of recovering alcoholics, thought about how even if we started nourishing and educating all children today we would still have this wounded population to heal. I didn't take any clothing, I still have most of my winter wear from last year.
Reed tires me, it is too small to be invisible.
While at Reed I recovered my American DJ light that I left in the bookstore store room RF2k10, it had been moved since I left it but was easy to find. Still missing lamps and fuse; another project. Only now two years later am I starting to gain the barest fringe of order in my life, to write a ledger and tally debts unpaid. I am still months, a year from Chicago. My friends have been and gone already. By the time I finally return to the Ball Hall what right will I have to claim anything there?
Security not possession but location. Hold me closer, I will disappear.
Hence my desire for a box van, for edges and order. I am ever closer. My savings increase and prices stay the same. Soon, insh'allah, my world will have no fuzzy edges, no unopened boxes. Soon I will own only what I can carry. Insh'allah.
Reed tires me, it is too small to be invisible.
While at Reed I recovered my American DJ light that I left in the bookstore store room RF2k10, it had been moved since I left it but was easy to find. Still missing lamps and fuse; another project. Only now two years later am I starting to gain the barest fringe of order in my life, to write a ledger and tally debts unpaid. I am still months, a year from Chicago. My friends have been and gone already. By the time I finally return to the Ball Hall what right will I have to claim anything there?
Security not possession but location. Hold me closer, I will disappear.
Hence my desire for a box van, for edges and order. I am ever closer. My savings increase and prices stay the same. Soon, insh'allah, my world will have no fuzzy edges, no unopened boxes. Soon I will own only what I can carry. Insh'allah.