A day in the office
In the last hour I wondered what it would be like to have a job like this.
In the last hour I wondered what it would be like to have a job like this.
"Power lines, my travlin' partner on this ride. Dripping, pulling - up and down, in this sing song, their lullaby blends with the swaying train. I curl myself into this journey; folding myself up into this pocket of time. Old familiars greet me - that swing set in the back yard, the ruins of an old church covered in new birth and old - mixed with unremembered newness." Journal Entry, October 13, 2005~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~All words are copyrighted by GoGo on a Page/gogoroku.
2 Comments:
Do you know what she's doing? What is she walking toward? Just curious.
and I always love your posts.... I might actually do this sunday scribbling.
Two words: Poison Oak. Yikes!
Post a Comment
<< Home