Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Tigers and Custard Apples and Shoes, Oh My

My lungs are greying themselves here more than Under the BQE, that's certain. And if I don't get to run tomorrow, I'm going to scream. But before sleep, everything is peaceful, life full, and a day's worth of crowded thoughts given way to pre-night dreams of these and these and these and...did I mention these?

I looked out over all of Bangalore tonight (from the 13th Floor of the Ivory Tower), and I was here, but maybe a little piece of me was also missing there and that place at the north of Franklin where you can look across the river into Manhattan. Incidentally, you cross India Street to get there.

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