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I went for a walk today to clear my head. Rigby and I were walking under the arcs of 390, surrounded by the groans of giants flying over slabs of concrete. I think it was the midday cloudiness, the wet chill, that sort of sense that it was no time at all, in no place at all, that sent me into contemplation.
I'm churning my wheels again. I need to finish my M.A. essay very soon; the goal I set for it already slipped by. My job search has ground to a halt while I try to work on my copywriting book. Meanwhile, I keep getting inundated with projects at my internship at Wolf, which is great because it gives me experience and fodder for my portfolio, but bad because I keep emphasizing that work over other work that really needs completing. And waiting tables is sucking every other bit of free time; but it's the only thing that puts bread in the bank account.
So I'm thinking about all this, as I watch Rigby sniff at ripples in the Erie Canal and feel the movements over me.
There are moments when you want to hurl yourself forward, pushing through branches, cutting over fields toward the springhouse. Then there are moments lost in time, moments that aren't moments, that make you stop and suck through your teeth--winded, unsure.
I have an intense feeling of where I'm going to be. I just wish I'd get there, already.
Posted by brandon barr at November 4, 2003 02:30 PM | TrackBack