2 september

the way we take too many pictures and yet neglect to focus - we are zoned in and out and manage to doubt the ground is solid when we stand still - can't handle too much real as the squealing rubber races against the road exploding into future tensing against the raft of past to push off as it floats away - lofty lobs and cannonballs - we all fall out with trout and rainbows - the slipstream jumbotrons pouring on the pixels as the sun peaks out and through - pressing you for attention when the only thing left to mention is flashing blank at the cursor