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greta and i were walking along the streets of squirrel hill(a suburb of pittsburgh) this morning and i told her about your response to, "what's in between chaos and peace?" she liked it, especially the part about the messy bedroom. so, as we wnet into various shoppes, i got to thinking about my next question for you...
i keep a little drawstring pouch in my pocket, it's black velvet, i think it belonged to my baba, she had it as a girl in bohemia. it goes with me everywhere, provides whimsical amusement in odd times of unavoidable banality or mundane activity, or like later when greta and i slipped into see "amelie" for the second time out of the chilling january air.
i took it out of my pocket while we waited for the film to start. inside there's a chunk of turquiose from santa fe, always a piece of german chocolate, and my favourite thing, a sphere about the size of a pinball, but not quite possessing its weight. i would define it as opaque, but that's not true because it's reflective, and i could say it's transparent, yet it's dark. i don't even remember how i came to own it, it simply rolled upon my path somewhere out of a dream, seeking a new owner.
i removed it from the velvet and held it between thumb and index finger. it immediately reflected the small lamps of the darkened theatre. it's cool, because it takes on surrounding available light, yet seems to swallow it, becoming a tiny world unto itself. suddenly i am the god, providing gravity, sustenance, and the breath that makes its peacefully chaotic inhabitants' hearts beat.
when children are about me at the ski school, i like to make it disappear from one hand to another, and magically make it reappear behind their ear.
do you carry anything special with you?
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