three moments of thought

The buildng's being built, i stand outside in the morning, waiting for the ride. the tower is faceted and small temporary elevators move up and down, bringing the workers. there are no panels or walls to shroud the structure and from my point of view, the floors jut out at radiating angles from each other, and dont seem to run parallel. i know it's a trick of the mind to imagine that there is a horizon point somwhere, where all lines meet. but is it?

maybe there is? maybe the floors are at angles to each other, the top floors must be sloped down as hell.

the construction elevators are so slow. i realize they are hanging out on a rail, and it must be scarry to ride for the guys inside.

the Ginkgo tree, stands above the little lawn, the bloom of the green fanlike leaves excited by the breeze. Beneath, the brown fallen leaves rest, no one bothers to rake them away. this is the natural way of things, the leavs fall in the winter after first yellowing brilliantly in the fall. The decomposition protects the roots in the coldest of winter, and allows nutriants to be preserved. what in my action is like that? writing. much of what i write is what I've written before. yet what ever it is can never be as satisfying as a ginkgo tree in yellow.

the crabs in the aquarium settled down for the evening. their claws scratched against the plastic walls, as they wrestled for the carrot pieces, which they favor. who would have thought that these ancient crustaceans, would find such triumph in wrenching shreds of the root from their fellows. what other hidden motivation is lurking in those elyptical bodies of theirs, so armored. why would they favor a vegetable over other offerngs?

could it be that they are reincarnated vegans?