February 22nd, 2005 at 11:47am |
I can only remember fragments of my dream, but I remember looking into a mirror and seeing that my left eye was very red. Looking at it more closely, I see one side of the iris is red, and that part of my iris has disappeared, almost like it has fallen off.
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February 22nd, 2005 at 11:35am |
I wrote a short short story years ago, long before my fascination with shopping carts took hold.
I drove by
I drove by, and my headlights silhouetted something, large, something moving, on the side of the road. Concerned, I slowed down, thinking some animal had been injured.
An animal of a different kind, perhaps. I stopped [...]
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February 22nd, 2005 at 11:32am |
A couple of carts at a bus stop, near Ashlan and West, are tired. They lie on their sides after midnight.
Or perhaps someone has gone cart tipping.
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