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1.08.2010
Moving sidewalk: a traveler's lament
I stepped onto the creeping, silver, metal sidewalk, quietly ignoring the bared
teeth, threatening to bite as I approached. Menacing. Angry. All-knowing of truth, the misery, the beauty, the cancers, the bile, all laying in varied states of dormancy within all of us. The creature under my feet winks acknowledging all of my secrets. I want to get off and know I need to, if only to escape, but know I can never exit the slow machine. Each time I try, I find I merely get halfway toward reaching my destination; the end. I then walk another half of that distance, over and over, ad infinitum, never completing the entire distance. However, to be fair, I knew the moment I stepped on for the ride, I would exist only to continue halving the distance, minute into hour into day, until my feet refused to move another step and breaths had ceased to inhale or exhale, no matter how short the increments had now become. Yet, the gnashing teeth, whining and screeching in wait for me at the end, will never taste my blood. And through the din and hustle of bodies and music, I can hear my flight announced at a gate I will never reach, no matter how hard and desperate I try. Forever.
teeth, threatening to bite as I approached. Menacing. Angry. All-knowing of truth, the misery, the beauty, the cancers, the bile, all laying in varied states of dormancy within all of us. The creature under my feet winks acknowledging all of my secrets. I want to get off and know I need to, if only to escape, but know I can never exit the slow machine. Each time I try, I find I merely get halfway toward reaching my destination; the end. I then walk another half of that distance, over and over, ad infinitum, never completing the entire distance. However, to be fair, I knew the moment I stepped on for the ride, I would exist only to continue halving the distance, minute into hour into day, until my feet refused to move another step and breaths had ceased to inhale or exhale, no matter how short the increments had now become. Yet, the gnashing teeth, whining and screeching in wait for me at the end, will never taste my blood. And through the din and hustle of bodies and music, I can hear my flight announced at a gate I will never reach, no matter how hard and desperate I try. Forever.
