Not a river, but a rolling of the dice. So, one leaves the landing up to chance. I live in an area with a lot of stained glass and more wind than most places surrounding and outskirting. She dries mint, ties it to the cupboard, to turn the leaf into something that can flake or crumble when rubbed, ground more readily. When out, she wears black, velvet hats and is attacked by a murder of crows. Recounts--a few fell swoops, attempts to protect their young from her headgear. The tragedy of fashion, really. Gives me clear jars to put in my toilet tank.
Two hours (& twenty minutes) on the phone with Elliot last night. “Do you know anything about physics?” I asked.
“Unfortunately.” He has a degree in Engineering, as well.
Phone to ear, I settle myself in bed so I can more aptly visualize, eyes closed, the sinusoid curve, the hypotenuse, string theory-why it's significant, Bayesian theory--with many analogies, dimensions, a sphere in a box. “Keep talking about it,” I said. “This is good.”
For some reason I just got a very clear mental image of you getting a very clear mental image of physics. It was a good one. The eyes closed, along with a slight, no-one-can-see-my-face-as-I-listen smile, on the top floor.
Posted by: Xavier at June 12, 2005 6:21 PMthat'showitwasexactly!!!
:o
power of imagery, language, metaphor, squared!
Posted by: caroline at June 13, 2005 12:14 PM