a short whine break - Ambar — LiveJournal
a short whine break|
Writing this paper has been about as much fun as gargling with broken glass. And it is STILL NOT DONE.
Current Mood: irritated
So are you going to have other people "bleed on it" when you're done?
|Date:||March 20th, 2006 07:22 am (UTC)|| |
I have this advice to offer:
When I was living in TN, I acquired a scooter and went puttabout. I followed side roads, then back roads, then roads cut through the weeds and under the trees. The canopy was high, high, high overhead, hung with vines that grew up and then cascaded down. The birds were far and muffled. I eventually locked up the scooter and walked, following the trickling remains of the road as it faltered through trail and down to beaten grass, and found myself at a river.
I followed the river for a dozen yards and, around a bend, found a dam from another age, 100 linear feet of field stone cut and stacked nearly ten feet high, fountaining water from the cracks and making a nice noise. Catfish nearly four feet long swam back and forth next to the bank within arm's reach, and there was no sign of civilization more recent than the dam. I had obviously, I decided, slipped sidewise between moments and places and come to rest someplace other. I took advantage of my fortune, and stayed for the afternoon, only reluctantly returning home.
I tried to go back, but couldn't find it for a long time, not until my car broke down and I had to wait over an hour for the tow truck. I was broken down on the interstate next to a bridge by a housing development (TN is like that - housing right on the interstate), and there was a path, so I followed it. Fifty feet in, I was standing at the top of the dam. I could hear the traffic rushing past at my back. There was garbage next to the path, and someone had brought burgers and a six pack of Miller Lite, leaving the wreckage down at the base of the dam.
No magic. Just trash.
I had something to say, but I'll be damned if I know what it is. Finish your paper, I'll take you to the first dam. Miss you--