Laid bare somewhere in Los Angeles. Spent the night riding on a motorcycle for the first time, 90 miles per hour through the fog and night.
I can see the appeal.
There's a closeness to one's sense of life or imminent lack thereof, road racing beneath the wheels, body wrapped around a stranger, or friend, or lover... I smoke and drank too much, bare feet planted in the shore, watching the algae glow electric blue against the waves. Spilling secrets and salt tears into the sand, and blinking back the stars, and thinking I've never felt this awake.
Posted by Olga at July 13, 2005 10:50 PMI just got my scooter working again. You're right... there's nothing like it. I can't help but go faster and faster, especially at night, and I can't keep from screaming happy noises.
Posted by: Sara at July 24, 2005 07:06 PMHi !
I made it, to California and mistakenly drove down highway 1. I could feel myself stop breathing during moments, and yet there was no where else to go but forward. Because going backwards would be just as scary, if not doubly scary for the knowledge of what has been. Maybe life is like that, just go forwards.
I will call you, hope you are in town, right now I am still in shock. With my Thomas guide next to me.
take care,
Posted by: T at July 31, 2005 11:34 PM