Falling of Bikes at Inappropriate Times
Things would be certainly easier if I could feel true connections, and less endless questioning. I fell off my bike in the middle of a busy intersection, and felt a connection immediately. That same day I sat in the midst of strangers, and felt no connection but instead a wall of silence that was frustrating. But just a few days before I unexpectedly found myself the subject of a pleasant...
I walk without moving forward We never arrive Never reach where we are Not...– Octavio Paz, last lines from “Return”, in Selected Poems, translated by E. Weinberger (via growing-orbits)
Today's Bike Ride Thoughts, aka BRT Vol. 1
“How long will it take before someone swings open their parked car’s driver-side door without noticing me in the bike lane?” - Now that I use a bike helmet, the universe must surely be planning this eventuality for me. “Hi.” - This is me think-talking to those special vehicular passengers who openly gape at me through their special invisibility machine, that...