"this is where i meet my muse..."
lisa loeb
i step from the darkness, and i motion around me. darkness fills the night air, and as i motion to spots, a soft light illuminates each spot. you shake your head, feelings of surrealism swarming all about you. i motion to a four foot black futon type couch to the side. you look down and see black pavement and finally it clicks that the soft illumination is coming from street lamps, except they are the old fashioned kind - flame, not electric.
odd, you think, as you realize that there is a futon couch sitting on the side of a road, on the sidewalk, and you find that quite odd. you sit down, and i begin to speak; quietly, so all you catch are a few words every few mutters. it is then that you realize that is all you're supposed to be catching. it is from there you make a choice.
