dark walking

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I think the biggest problem with walking is that you're not encased within a packet of cushioned steel plastic glass racketing around with stereo and WiFi hotspots and tinted framed views, that you're not confronted with actual people who could reach out and touch you, and have eyes and slide-y faces and are usually in your way and need to share the fucking sidewalk. When you drive, you have a largely (and strangely) sympathetic yet dismissive view of humanity, simply wishing that there were less people or better routes to work practice Gambler's Anonymous senior's genealogy book club. Meanwhile, on foot, I spend all my time looking at people and thinking

brain injury
brain injury
brain injury
severe brain injury
psychotic episode
no-hoper
old person
unwashed man asking passersby if they know where to buy fireworks
brain injury
brain injury
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2.
Today my office mate of four years called me "Darren". GOOD MORNING, DARREN.

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3.
Last writing group (until the fall) last night. I brought in a short piece about a failed writer who turns to prose poetry. Seemed appropriate. The walk home was slightly surreal, through streets around Queen's made rubble by construction, that lovely still end-of-day light.

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4.
Leading up to the release of my second book this fall, I've taken to the idea of drawing and painting to the theme of its title – Dark All Day. There will be a series of these, fazed and fleeting, until there suddenly isn't, because the feeling has been washed away. Anyway: so far I've put three of them in the shop.

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