there may be a sense of comfort from uncertainty. if the weather permits. i ran this morning and collected thoughts along the way, had they been pebbles i wouldn't have made it, even a block. maybe it is better to say
i plucked thoughts along the way. the weather was gray with a bite in the breeze. the sky was slate. a few days ago there had a been a strong quake that broke down hundreds-year-old churches. not counting the real houses of the living.
i went to see a part of the city and the traces of earth-moving. she recalled the sound of glass straining on the 19th floor, and the narrow escape staircases swaying. the quick escalator
couldn't move. a crippled woman had to be carried through the flights. still there were cars on the streets. in another place, there were no more bridges. in yet another, tons of rain. and flood. isn't it too easy to say
all of these are a reckoning? the cab driver said calmly. there was a cross on his dashboard. his radio airs an advertisement for floorwax. in between the spaces of every so few hours
were aftershocks. the national media feasted for sympathy. but in the meantime, in some places, there was talk on the importance of mayonnaise despite a protein living. a well-taught
young conservationist pointed how egg yolks were used to build the heritage churches. this, of course, was all well-known. still, every body went on living. and in a pad, a cheese and wine party with cold cuts.
a german who was stranded in hongkong arrived exhausted in the country. and wondered why the people play mournful love songs. some prefer to take photos of themselves.
i looked from a high point at the capital and thought of bubbles. random and uncertainty. like a child who died at four. or a dog born from a stray to be a stray to die unloved and starved. a body without burial on a public high way.
sometimes this country makes me very sad. and while a good number debate about the future, i return with my luggage and kept fever. she gives me medicine for colds, which i refuse, preferring water and rest.
how a friend is so happy to give a sachet. From home, she says, reading aloud the ingredients. skrobia, regulator kwasowości: kwas cytrynowy, 1,1% sok z limonki (syrop glukozowy, koncentrat soku z limonki), ekstrakt z czarnej marchwi i hibiskusa, aromat, substancja wzbogacająca: witamina C, sól, barwnik: annato. but there is no truskawkowy, she says, pointing at the strawberries as advertised on the cover.
