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Wednesday, 04 June 2008 |
Lincoln Woods, Rhode Island
I’m in the woods, by a lake, on top of a giant boulder; this is much better. The city is already getting the best of me sometimes. One month. That’s all it really took. I need this lake.
Someone is on a rock next to me now. A guy is asking some girl about software; I can’t tell if they’re together or not. And she’s now putting on some weird shoes. Not that it’s my rock, but, I think they are gonna try to climb my rock now. 4-5 minutes. That’s all it really took.
They’re carrying giant things on their backs; big foam cushions, folded in half. Come to think of it, everyone here seems to have one strapped to their back. I have to ask what they are…ok, I got it; the cushions are to catch you if you fall climbing one of these boulders. I’ve never seen this before. Fish are jumping everywhere. I feel kind of strange with this person staring at me while I write on top of this rock; and she knows it. Now this guy just scaled my boulder and he is behind me, right now, behind me. Weird. This was supposed to be my island in the trees. I think I picked the wrong rock.
So the guy left a half an hour ago, and she has been climbing this rock ever since, and I have been sitting here, drawing, writing, thinking. It’s so nice out. She’s gone now too.
But we were talking here and there, and she told me that her dad is from Canton. That weird little place I grew up, hours from here on this rock. How weird is that?! I’m on top of this boulder (which she tells me is called the big wave, and is apparently a much frequented rock for climbers here. So much for my own private island in the trees; well here anyway), and this person climbs up and tells me her father is from my hometown. This kind of thing happens to me SO MUCH. Coincidences, familiarities and déjà vu; someday it will hopefully all make sense. I’m glad someone climbed my rock. I’m going home now. by Steve Wortley |
