guerilla snow angels

Jan 16, 2007 19:29

: my new public art project.

darkness means falling backward into random yards of virgin snow.

: an inverted trust experiment. the powder caught me, but can you trust a person who leaves impish presents on your front lawn?

trust in god but zip your pockets first! i gave more than i meant to -- coins slice nicely into fresh snow.

i hope to be riding the devil's elbow by nightfall, four days hence. fuck yeah! SD and i bemoaned the lack of snow, and look! the world turned white!

my dad had a cabin on Grouse when i was three, and i learned to ski before i could hold a pole; is that why minus 15 makes me elated? the world is snow; the world is play. that tickly frozen nose-hair thing is actually pretty cool.

we need a sled! ...i wonder if my growed-up roommates could be persuaded to pull me through the Avenues on a green garbage bag?
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