20051029
O Unhappy Hour
~ 4 p.m., sunset
I left my camera, charged and ready, waiting for me beside my desktop PC. I charged it because I wanted to bring it out today, when I knew I'd be downtown and taking in breathtaking views of Millennium Park. Grr!!
That security guard's been roaming the grounds since I got here. He must be very bored. He looks like it, ahaha. He looks at my baby laptop and my strange green messenger bag and my coffee and my celly - how could I just lay my computer on the grass, take my coat, drape it across my shoulders and senselessly abandon the world? On my back to the grass, I look to my left.
There's a bit of sunset left striking the cloud gate square, a bit of sunlight poking a blinding gleam from a speck of curvy tip. Stainless steel is blinding if you stare at it sitting down, but while lying on your back with your face to the side it's actually quite pretty.
But can I take a picture of it? No!
Grrr, look at that sunset. Everyone over there is sharing it and enjoying it. They don't even know what treasure they have: sunlight! Warmth! Shade has draped across the Pritzker Pavilion. My bed of soft grass is cold. The steel Gehry structure is cold. The sound net is cold. The buildings are stainless steel and glass and cold, too. They might be heated, but I don't want to be indoors. I've been indoors all week.
I lie down again. Without the sun, yellow acacia leaves still clinging to autumn branches just look like dirty brown moles. Ordinary, dirty and brown they flap in the wind, no longer golden charms clinking in the afternoon. Someone should knock that building down, it's obstructing the sunlight. What's that building's name? Imma find out that building's name and have it knocked over. It's ugly and bulky, a wall like the old one in Berlin, like Damen Hall at Loyola. Grrr.
I've quite a bit of sunlight left before dark sets in. Imma go chase it. ¶ 10/29/2005 04:44:00 PM
I left my camera, charged and ready, waiting for me beside my desktop PC. I charged it because I wanted to bring it out today, when I knew I'd be downtown and taking in breathtaking views of Millennium Park. Grr!!
That security guard's been roaming the grounds since I got here. He must be very bored. He looks like it, ahaha. He looks at my baby laptop and my strange green messenger bag and my coffee and my celly - how could I just lay my computer on the grass, take my coat, drape it across my shoulders and senselessly abandon the world? On my back to the grass, I look to my left.
There's a bit of sunset left striking the cloud gate square, a bit of sunlight poking a blinding gleam from a speck of curvy tip. Stainless steel is blinding if you stare at it sitting down, but while lying on your back with your face to the side it's actually quite pretty.
But can I take a picture of it? No!
Grrr, look at that sunset. Everyone over there is sharing it and enjoying it. They don't even know what treasure they have: sunlight! Warmth! Shade has draped across the Pritzker Pavilion. My bed of soft grass is cold. The steel Gehry structure is cold. The sound net is cold. The buildings are stainless steel and glass and cold, too. They might be heated, but I don't want to be indoors. I've been indoors all week.
I lie down again. Without the sun, yellow acacia leaves still clinging to autumn branches just look like dirty brown moles. Ordinary, dirty and brown they flap in the wind, no longer golden charms clinking in the afternoon. Someone should knock that building down, it's obstructing the sunlight. What's that building's name? Imma find out that building's name and have it knocked over. It's ugly and bulky, a wall like the old one in Berlin, like Damen Hall at Loyola. Grrr.
I've quite a bit of sunlight left before dark sets in. Imma go chase it. ¶ 10/29/2005 04:44:00 PM
