Sweeping silently through the night..
Unseen.. They come..
Seeping through the cracks. They enter our lives.
They do what they do. No one knows why..? How..?
Where from..? Where to..?
Some attack, and overwhelm us.. Some don't.
Nothing about them seems conistent.
Other than their unnerving presence.
At first we fight.
But it's a weak pathetic fight.
Nothing seems to stop them. We are powerless..
Over time. We begin to understand.
We begin to appreciate their differences..
“If graphics were
music, these would
be slammin tunes"
(Comments book May 11)