The Volute glimmers, a pulsing brick heart rising above the dark grass. A father and his young daughter sit on the top edge contemplating the nearby building. The bagpipe player stands on the opposite side in gray sweats, his left leg bent forward a little to tap out a beat. The nagging blowhard music is the voice of a fishwife, her demands echoing up to the tops of trees.
A path runs down past the Volute, past two lily ponds, past a prickly cotton tree. Tarnished sunlight brushes against a few chairs and tables and along some overhanging leaves. At one table, a girl is slumped over a magenta binder, her head pressed against her studying aids. Her long dark hair fans out, hiding her face.
Two nameless birds with burgundy wings fly from my feet as I walk past her.
Linkage: 1000 Blank White Cards. Like Magic: The Gathering except you make your own cards and your own rules. The 1000 Journals Project. I love looking at the scans. Maybe I should scan in some of my own writing. IVF mix-up heads for court. Yikes. I would be very disturbed if I owed my life to a mistake made by a tired technician in some clinic. Jury acquits 'sleepwalker' in UMass sex assault. I've heard of a case where while a man was sleepwalking, he killed his mother-in-law and woke up while he was driving to the police station. But regardless of whether or not this student was sleepwalking in his dorm, something should be done (i.e. treatment for his disorder or punishment for a crime).
