riding frantically to work, again
enlightened?
an even more frantic fellow standing at the corner of lake and cedar, huge eyes, gesticulating wildly at the passing cars pointing at his wrist
his invisible watch
surreal, so real
as i ride by he asks me
"what time is it?"
no time for philosophical discourse on the meaninglessness of it all, just enough to say
"eight"
but in fact it was 07:58:23 CST, just one minute thirty seven seconds to get to work
i can still see his eyes
it's all in the eyes, as you know
