Sunday, March 16, 2003

Sitting on the steps of the night, calculating, analyzing, wondering and vacillating. Of mistakes long undone and theories unravelled.
Words sans action? Actions bereft of words? Men without women…

Nice long lingering weekend. I can see time in bars and lines. It’s like a physical graph in my head with the days as lengths…dipping and curving and never ending.

Tomorrow will shine in poster colour splendour. Tomorrow’s Holi and I don’t think I can get home. Just might up and run and travel in the middle of the night. And be there on the lawns in the morning with the water and the colours and the sprinklers and the rainbows. I am so tempted…