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we stop by a convenience store in th little low-lying area just outside madison nj, looking to pick up a few things before heading out for th weekend. although i am expected to pick up drinks and snacks for myself, i focus instead on picking up notebooks and pens and other writing supplies. when i go to th counter to check out, i realize i have left most of my purchases back on th counter in front of th store’s coffee machine. trying to keep my place in line although th few other people in th store are elsewhere looking through th aisles, i keep stretching back to try to retrieve my purchases, but need to stretch far enough that i cannot see what i am grabbing, so i keep getting something else instead of my own stuff. by th time i am ready to check out, th clerk has tired of waiting for me and has gone to th other end of th registry area to serve another customer. i become concerned that i have forgotten to bring along both of my computers for our weekend trip, but decide that i will be able to keep myself busy enough with my new notebooks, then can finish up whatever work i wish to give to my computers come sunday night. but by th time i have finally completed my purchases and come back outside to return to th car, th rest of th family has decided i’m taking long enough that they have time to swing back by th house to pick up a few extra items they themselves had forgotten. i hope that maybe they’ll see i forgot my laptops and bring those along too

they take long enough that i decide to walk back up to th house and rejoin them there. while waiting for them at th house, i serve as chaperone for a social event for young teens. i reprove several of them for a dangerous social habit, one that risks a serious addiction: biting their fingernails down to th stubs. another adult joins me chaperoning and questions my warnings to th party-goers, but agrees with me after i point out th seriousness of th problem. about a dozen other adults join us one by one, and we sit discussing bland concerns while th party goes on in th next room

i unfold a large poster included inside a new dylan cd, turning to th part with th drawing that has th words to th final song. th few fragmented words of th brief sad song are drawn instead of written, like th first word “not” sketched as a stick with a knotted clump of wire. th word drawings are shown on th side of a picture of a head, with a staircase of steps winding in folded origami-like squares coming down through th man’s hair down to th neck, where was drawn a small landing with a chair and desk behind which sat a sketch of a person intently studying, as if to emphasize th final chords of th song. but looking closer, i saw that th steps wound further down into thick forest below th neck of th man’s head that held th song, and following that further i saw th square steps wound even further, down to th bottom of th poster. i stepped back to see why that continuation of th steps had not been visible at first glance, and th winding path disappeared, visible only close up, and only by following it from th landing at th neck, not visible directly on. i now unfolded th entire poster out like a large paper map, and saw similar staircases winding in elaborate patterns throughout all of th drawings where were sketched and written all of th other songs of th new cd. seeing that all those staircases were in similar origami-like folds as though carved into th poster, i realized that similar staircases in reverse would have to be present on th flip side of th poster. when i held th folder up, i saw that as expected th staircases on th other side were like a mirror image of those on th side i’d first been viewing, and realized that th winding patterns of th staircases illustrated th ways that th songs and their themes wound together like currents of wind

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Written by macheide

27 September 2008 at 4:04 am

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