images from a walk to library mall
Oct. 10th, 2007 06:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eiriasThe air smelled like shit as I left Brogden. This is maybe the fifth time this has happened in the last few weeks. I'm not sure whether this is manure season, so I start to wonder idly if maybe I'm having an aura of some kind. I've never really considered the possibility, never had the headaches or weakness or other events that accompany weird neurological conditions, but then again, what about those headaches, and do I really know the extent of the weird neurological shit that's out there, what if there's some kind of epilepsy that confines itself to your olfactory bulb? The weirdest thing is how these thoughts affect my conscious experience of walking -- suddenly I begin to notice the motion of the world around my head as I move, and everything feels unsteady. How strange to be the one behind a face, indeed!
A young college girl is walking in front of me: short, pleasantly round, wearing butt-hugging jeans and flip-flops. As we pass the new wing of Grainger a long strand of sticky construction tape wanders in front of her feet. I see it, but don't warn her. She gets tangled; stops in surprise; exclaims something, indignant and unsure how to extricate herself. I feel somehow guilty as I speed past her.
In the bookstore, a young male clerk is trying to balance several small stuffed animals on his body, and failing miserably. I can't help but laugh at him, but I don't think he sees. I am in the store for maybe seven minutes and at the end of it he is still trying. The young, pretty female clerk at my register is laughing too and I think, Ah, friend, it's working.
Heading back I catch a glimpse of the flag over Bascom Hall. The evening light has burnished the white stripes to a tawny gold and fused them with the red, and the resulting impression is one of a small blue square on fire in the sky.
As I head west -- there's that smell again. I guess I'm not having a seizure. Must just be one of those land grant things.
A young college girl is walking in front of me: short, pleasantly round, wearing butt-hugging jeans and flip-flops. As we pass the new wing of Grainger a long strand of sticky construction tape wanders in front of her feet. I see it, but don't warn her. She gets tangled; stops in surprise; exclaims something, indignant and unsure how to extricate herself. I feel somehow guilty as I speed past her.
In the bookstore, a young male clerk is trying to balance several small stuffed animals on his body, and failing miserably. I can't help but laugh at him, but I don't think he sees. I am in the store for maybe seven minutes and at the end of it he is still trying. The young, pretty female clerk at my register is laughing too and I think, Ah, friend, it's working.
Heading back I catch a glimpse of the flag over Bascom Hall. The evening light has burnished the white stripes to a tawny gold and fused them with the red, and the resulting impression is one of a small blue square on fire in the sky.
As I head west -- there's that smell again. I guess I'm not having a seizure. Must just be one of those land grant things.
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Date: 2007-10-11 02:44 am (UTC)