Post by SAL on Feb 4, 2015 2:26:40 GMT
 blessing & peace, enduring & constant | sal can walk for miles along the faint slope of desert dunes. really, sal can walk for miles on the ocean floor or up mountains, but the desert is especially familiar. not quite as a home - a hunting ground. there is no need for speed - one can follow prey at a leisurely pace because they will tire soon - hours or days or weeks alike are all little more than a blink of an eye. a turn of phrase, it thinks jovially, because it doesn't have eyelids. it loves the way humans put together their words almost as much as it loves the bits that put humans together. sal picks stragglers from the horizon like a buffet table, their figures - hunched or swaying, crouched or straight-backed - like signs it can read on what's to come. it likes to think about what it will find before it finds it, what they like to call imagination. though sal is not terribly creative (humans are not a terribly diverse bunch). a hungry little flame is lapping at the air, a hungry little monster is licking its maw nearby. YVES CASTELLANOS |
