She Save

2005 01 19

Her birthday. Did she save me?

I ponder, motivated by certain books, the history of my world. I don’t remember the books anymore, and perhaps the pondering has become weak, but there are sparks lingering above me. In their spew there seems to be a pattern—a connect-the-dots game, maybe all I can make of it is that it represents something reminiscent of a map. It is only a partial map—of the earth, partitioned in nation-states and from the partition spew even more sparks.