the ruby, the master's downfall
Sometimes this thing happens on my front porch. It's this thing where sirens from Rosemary Street excite the dogs in the neighboring kennel to near-hysteria, and the dogs' collective wails create haunting false harmonies with the sirens, and all this floats down over the creek to my house at the bottom of the hill.
Our yellow cinder-block bungalow may be the lowest point in Carrboro (excepting the water below the train trestle near Sewell School Road), and sounds often drift down to us, weirdly distorted by the night, the water, and any substances previously consumed. Sitting out late smoking a cigarette, I'm often tapped lightly on the pinnae by UNC's bell tower, a sensation that throws me temporally off balance. For a moment I'm sitting on concrete a mile away, back on the balcony of Parker, wondering when the girls upstairs are going to come bitch at me for blatantly disobeying the smoking ban in the dorms (see also:)
Tonight, the dog-wail-siren symphony swelled along with Popul Vuh and Herzog's breathtaking misty Bavarian landscapes, making me turn from the television screen to look out into the darkness at the end of the world, and I was lost in the cold October night, still and solid amid the unfurling smoke plumes of an extremely long cigarette.
Our yellow cinder-block bungalow may be the lowest point in Carrboro (excepting the water below the train trestle near Sewell School Road), and sounds often drift down to us, weirdly distorted by the night, the water, and any substances previously consumed. Sitting out late smoking a cigarette, I'm often tapped lightly on the pinnae by UNC's bell tower, a sensation that throws me temporally off balance. For a moment I'm sitting on concrete a mile away, back on the balcony of Parker, wondering when the girls upstairs are going to come bitch at me for blatantly disobeying the smoking ban in the dorms (see also:)
Tonight, the dog-wail-siren symphony swelled along with Popul Vuh and Herzog's breathtaking misty Bavarian landscapes, making me turn from the television screen to look out into the darkness at the end of the world, and I was lost in the cold October night, still and solid amid the unfurling smoke plumes of an extremely long cigarette.