my pulverised, dirty, plastic-bagged aorta
So, in my last post I talked about the thing in the gutter that reminded me of an aorta every morning on my way to work.
Today, being the Saturday of a long weekend, we went for a walk and I picked up the aorta thing. This is it. It actually looks quite revolting. It’s some sort of rock, reddish, sort of the texture and colour of some median strips. Or maybe I am making that up.
I stuck it in my bag as we made our way around town. It broke a bit. Which means it’s a friable kind of rock.
We did all sorts of stuff in town, and if it wasn’t time for my afternoon nap right now I would go into some detail. We listened to bells playing, wandered around, bought books, walked and walked, caught the bus, chatted about Cuba, got underwhelmed by some art. It was fun. I haven’t had a weekend town excursion in a while. It almost made me forget the A- minus I just received on my final assignment.
Admittedly, on closer inspection and in captivity, my aorta looks more like dogshit. Some things just don’t stand up to scrutiny. Some things probably aren’t best represented inside a plastic bag.
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