the word that started it
Posted on | January 23, 2010 | Comments Off on the word that started it
Plaza is the word that started it on this particular day, full of light and chilly air – a circle of bricks with benches scattered round winking fountains thinking they are sly, but their winking is predictable as the sun.
Inspired by the fountains, we speak in riddles and whispered lies that never did anyone harm. We summon moments of contentment.
We’re never satisfied with contentment. We are inveterate coin flippers, always looking for the other side. Though it’s the same each time, we are compelled. We are compelled to be compelled.
We blame the word. That was how it all began.
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