2002-06-26 - ?:??

I could never quite handle the beautiful simplicity of beautiful, simple things.
The sky expands,and water leaks from its pores. One finger traces lines of a map, scanning the way impatient people read, looking for substance. For volume. As the finger traces down river lines and into river beds, one droplet of flavorless liquid falls from the clouds, hovers just above the wet sidewalk, and crashes there, an unseen implosion that starts that beginning of a puddle.