arrived, the air almost cold. A
dog runs down from the trail, grabs a few licks of gritty
water, runs back to its master. Skipping from rock to rock, the
creek is shallow but determined to reach sea's salty body.
this journey taking place?
It was planted in desert sand, but blooms in humus, the fat of
the land. Shadows slip over the tops of trees like kit gloves, and a spider receives and processes all somatosensory
input from the body (touch, pain). Fibers from the spinal cord are distributed
by the thalamus to various parts of the parietal lobe the connections form
a "map" of the body's surface on the parietal lobe. This map is called
a homunculus. The homunculus looks rather strange
because the representation of each area spins its web in the wake of a rotting log.
This morning, city streets
dappled with leaves washed down by rain, I rode backwards in
a trolley, ruin-bunting brick facades with peeling skins
of paint, behind which buildings in various frames decline.