i walked down 13th to the used book store because used book stores are always changing and you need to go often if you don't want to miss anything.
and me, i've always been this way, i don't want to miss anything.
i found some things that hadn't been there before and some things that had been there but which i hadn't bought. i bought them, and on my way back home i looked up and noticed that the sky was a bit bigger than it usually is.
it kind of dizzies me, looking up into the sun and thinking about how big the out there is and how small the down here is.
it's moments like those that i feel the faintest urge to sit down right where i am and scream and scream and scream until someone comes along and assures me that i am visible enough and loud enough and existent enough to make a spectacle of myself.
do you think that's why some people dress and act so obnoxious and belligerent? because they feel like they'll just be swallowed up whole by the sky if they don't make enough noise?