We saw the shadow first. It shot vertically down the concrete pylon. Then the bird. It was flying almost perfectly horizontal away from the wide bulk of cement — 90° to the descending cast image. Discrepancy between the movement of the corollary and catalyst was one of momentary but sincere confusion; first we thought the shadow the bird. This happens all the time, with all manner of thing (relationships, political activity, “time”, what we think a painter meant…).


We took a far trip recently. We drove through places as if within a map — to various points of our desire. Our objects arrived, and were sincerely ravishing. But it must be said, we never requested to look behind refrigerators, thought to reconnoiter unimportant drawers of ordinary homes, or checked if the varied quaint facades, that went zipping by, even had backs. We had other things in mind; and of course without even being aware, we all always have other things in mind.