OUROBOROS RING
Monthly Status Update 3.3.2025
The sun lays low, heavy, far away ... closer... closer now ........ it's RIGHT BEHIND ME isn't it!!
The streets are caked in dirt. Fibrous tissue wraps around lampposts and weaves the shells of automobiles into green cocoons and runs like cables through stone.
There is green here. Squawking denizens roost in the needle points that one sang invisible songs of data.
Last week O.R. saw Rashomon at the Siskel Center and walked until they found a photo on the sidewalk of someone in a skeleton outfit.
M watched A go on a date with the building forms (I was imagining their sheet metal roots drinking from the lake) and A was third-wheeling M's date with the filthy river (there is a unique virginal quality to the water ahead of Saint Patrick's).
There is water here. A fawn lays cross legged between two trees and sleeps dappled in sunlight.
This land that was once furious and hungry is taking deep breaths. Tracks like monstrous staples in the ground hold silent hallways grey and mysterious. Chattering coyotes dance under the monuments, glib and triumphant.
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♥♥♥ Our Cat Pic of the Month is an angel living the Wikipedia entry for Russian lace: ♥♥♥
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'til next month ... Keep on Rottin' in the Free World!