point & shoot to film - maine 2009words have these inherent often uncontrollable meanings which are not always congruent with our direct use of said word. summer for instance. summer means many things, but not this summer, for me at least. i have not going swimming ONCE since the swimming season began & i'm not sure when the occasion will arise. bummer. i go to the office, i turn on my fans, i sweat the sweat. but in this city? only cold cold showers. double bummer. ice cream truck & teenagers on the streets until all hours. working around other people's vacations while the concrete stinks & you never feel clean. i used to walk barefoot through fields & lawns, swim in seas & lakes, scratch the sand out of my scalp over continental divides, breath deep the air from the tops of the tallest trees.
there was even this one time - i pushed over a fifty-foot rotten pine. it crashed to the ground with a thunderous applause. but no - not this summer. not this word. not now. not here, for me at least.
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