Wednesday, September 28, 2011

9/11/11

Sun
“why you wanna give me a run around”
Running my brother’s truck all over town looking for a track that is never found and in some ways that fact is sort of felt the whole time. Down streets or avenues never seen before with unrecognizable buildings looking at our fool’s errand with what is personified disdain brought forth out of the true feeling fingering the back of our necks with the uncomfortable suggestion, “Are you sure you should be going this way?”. Eventually we do get to the elusive High School.

Greeting us is heavy machinery, construction paused for a day of rest but underway in the manner of a chess game over halfway done but with participants not there. These pieces are part of building a track. Great news for the future, but right now it breaks over us in a sort of betrayal of expectations. The time and effort of the search has taken its toll on the riders even though the car is doing all the running around town. In fact we get so tired from running around, searching for something that was never found, and we do not do a real run.

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