Walking back home for lunch today, I had a disturbing moment.
In front of the mural at the top of this blog---the mural that I think of as describing my current situation, communication-wise--was a dead bird.
A dead bird.
I was an English major. I think my life is a book. I just can't take that kind of symbolism!
Tonight there is a newly purchased copy of Borges translated into English, and a bottle of vino tinto con platano at the bar down the hill, with my name all over it. An excellent combination to make one feel expressive for a short while.
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