Friday, April 22, 2005

A Day of Gravel

We find Hero sitting on a pile of gravel. It's Friday. Hero always sits on a pile of gravel on Friday. He had done some running the day before, as he always did on Thursdays. He ran in circles within two of the seven white stripes. The world was different when he ran those circles -- more blurry, more tiring. Today though was Gravel Day. The world sat still, if a little cold and lumpy under his butt, but still nonetheless. He tried to make this world be the same fast-paced one of the racing stripes. Maybe these rocks could move fast, turn blurry, he thought. Then he thought, the different worlds that we inhabit.


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