Mar 21, 2007 16:54
1. bike
1. streets of new orleans
1. myself
this is not a case where 1 + 1 + 1 = 3. the three of us together still equal one, but one beautiful chord, the exhileration of flying through this city and being part of it.
(a new note is introduced. a nail, lying in the road. the chord becomes disonant. now it sounds like a flat tire. these streets do not take well to thin-wheeled road bikes.)
i stepped inside the superdome for the first time yesterday, enormous and dark.