I’m creating this elaborate daisy chain wherein things export from here outward into other things, including livejournal, facebook, the official (temporary) website.
If any spot on the chain is broken, it will be like christmas tree lights shorting out and taking all the chain with them.
This does not make me feel good about technology. Especially considering the reason it’s gotten so elaborate is that some sites work better with others. Livejournal works better with WordPress, for instance, and WordPress works better with Facebook, but Blogger only works with livejournal, and i haven’t even gotten started attempting something like a Xanga or a MySpace…!
The god of the forest walks Manhatten at night. The roaches turn their antennae to the sound of the wind. The streetlamps flicker. Fireflies take over. The cats–no dogs,they’re practically people–with their slow obsequiousness deign to stretch like bowing. Possums sing like birds. Birds sing like birds. Flies and lesser vermin turn their heads. Mice poke out from mouseholes to pay homage. Owls spread their wings. Coming up Broadway like owns the place–he does–the forest god struts in his tumescent glory, glowing black against the twilight sky, naked and tall, with a deer’s face, so serene.
The people and the dogs think he’s just another homeless guy, avert eyes, and think they live in an urban space: artificial and impossible for forests.