February 17th, 2019

caillebotte_man at his window

Dance On Air

It's very strange walking through this mundane world of suburban houses and shops and parking lots with the feeling that there is nothing but uncertainty here. It all seems so bland on the edge of the abyss. I go to K-mart and buy two more shirts and a lightweight hoodie and a moderately light jacket and carry them home to this strange place past dogs barking at me from behind chain link fences while cars speed by on the street.

Everything is at once commonplace and not quite real. I feel like a cartoon character who has run off a cliff, looks down and realizes he is in midair, but I don't fall, I just keep walking. I know I'm bound to plunge to my death, but it just doesn't matter whether it happens or not. I was never going to catch that roadrunner anyway.

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