oscar...

 
tonight i met oscar. well, i met him some days ago, but at the time he was just the little guy who missed the train. this evening he told me he was from honduras. he left home to travel, ride the rails and write about all that he sees. he has seen some things. and now i have seen him. and it was good.

as i walked home in the dark a barn owl flew behind me, between me and the moon. a giant shadow swift along the ground. "ohhhh." and heads turned just in time to see blunt white wings hinge, unhinge, into darkness.

am preparing to consume some mushroomy risotto. i have consumed much this evening. a giant artichoke. so. dang. good. and a little bowl of triple vanilla ice cream. i feel like i could eat anything so long as it held still long enough to finish the deed. i can't eat at work. it's difficult, anyway. making up for lost time now. poor form. should pack a lunch. yes.

will listen to a little bit of sleepy nick drake (safe as milk) and try to chase away the othar turner playing over and over in my head. drum and fife is fan-diddly-tastic. but it, too, has its limits. yessir.