אז גאט וואלט געלעבט אוף דיר ערט, וואלט מען אם אללע פענסטער אויס געשלאגן
If God lived on earth, all his windows would be broken.
Dolomite ball of rock on the cushion couch floor broken window pane on pain of death someone who doesn't answer when they're shirked, someone who you have to lay it out for, spell it all out like hop skip jump, like float sink swim, like flint life death, and what in god's name was going through god's head when he first thought of this whole circus and sordid hullabaloo? Why the need for Will to Power or manned flight or heightened orgasms or furtherance of suffering with new children every fifth of a second? Why so many heartbeats in sixty years why all the hair why all the blue why all the pearls why anything? Why do they say that humans are the only beings that cry when clearly the camel in that movie was leaking eye lubricant? What will betide this master hunter race, this parasitic urchin so keen on pushing away sleep, so set on progress, so fit for building and wanting dams that nothing, not even a child's sigh or a mother's goodnight kiss could skirt by those deadbolted valves?
Eran Hornick grew up in Boston, and outside of a short stint living in Providence, he has continued living in Boston all his life. His goals include identifying a screech bird call he has heard for many years towards dusk and also particularly after dusk and after dark, around his neighborhood and in a few other places. This remains one of the largest unknowns itching at him that needs to be found out. Other goals are climbing the abandoned iron rust bridge crossing the D line probably between Longwood and Brookline Village, or else between Brookline Village and Beaconsfield, which is a footbridge that has long been fenced off, but which he has passed under while riding the T a million times, and each time he sees it and desperately wants to explore it. There appears to be no actual walkway left, just the naked struts of sharp tetanus-infested splinters, and it's questionable if the bridge is even capable of supporting a human's weight. But it probably could, since when it was originally built it must've been tested for such purposes. He thinks that would be a nice way to experience Brookline and the D line, and to see this simple frontier that's spanned over his head his whole life, but as yet is still unexplored. The other important goal would be to climb the Gano Street Bridge in Providence, which is an abandoned train drawbridge stuck permanently in the "up" position, something he intended to do for 4 years, then for 6 years, now for 8 years. Thus he must do it.
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