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saw a child in the park today. kids are strange these days. ungrateful too. he was sitting in a still swing and then came over to talk to me. will you push me he asked. i thought it was slightly inappropriate, since that's something his parents should probably do. but whatever i thought, so i shoved him as hard as i could. he fell to the ground and skinned his knee, and he didn't even thank me.
i won't kill myself he told himself, until i finish this book, he said as he boarded the plane to tokyo.
saw a dishevelled man standing statuesque on the bridge over the freeway. he was mythically unkempt. he looked like a phoenix after the burning. i bet most people would pass a person like that by and not see him. or others would say, how could anyone ever be THAT guy. but i just kept thinking about how easily that could be me. looking sullen at the cars passing by.
the imagining of something is different than the reality. once it becomes reality it is given the usual weight sane people give reality. an imagining sits still in one place of your mind, somewhat dormant. when it becomes real, it explodes like a bomb and spreads to everything else you do that is real or imagined. it becomes necessary, something that must be contended with.
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