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August 09, 2002
a tiny jump

And I spread my arms and without much hesitation take off for a swim in the air above the city. The sky is the bluest of blues and the streets look like channels dug into a large piece of stone. There is always the park, of course. Now a patch of scratch and sniff. Higher and higher I go. Not a cloud in the sky. Cool and quiet now. Lees and less of everything. Silence. Just the sound of my own blood pumping through my temples. The city looks like frosty moss spreading onto the continent. The bays, the rivers, the ocean. I close my eyes, turn around and dive. Louder and louder the city becomes. Louder and louder the colors. Louder and louder the voices, the cars, the machines. I land on the roof deck and take the stairs home. Just a brief shift of perspective. Now back to work.


could you see my house from up there? i was standing on my roof waving at you.

Posted by: griff on August 9, 2002 04:08 PM

it was an ultramicroscopic house. from there.
i saw you. i saw you. i waved back... : )

Posted by: witold on August 9, 2002 08:38 PM

I wish I had a view like that :)
my view is from the opposit perspective, looking up into the sky, wondering and imagining what it feels like from up above.

Posted by: T on August 10, 2002 12:46 AM

i was waving at you flying over New York while i was sitting at the beach in Montauk. but the sky was more than blue, i could see rhode island and connecticut. could you see me waving?

Posted by: jørgen on August 10, 2002 03:05 AM
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