“Behold the hands, how they promise, conjure, appeal, menace, pray, supplicate, refuse, beckon, interrogate, admire, confess, cringe, instruct, command, mock and what not besides, with a variation and multiplication of variation which makes the tongue envious.”
I remember as a kid having a balloon and accidentally letting the string go and watching it just float off and into the sky until it disappeared. And there’s something about that, even, that feels very much like what life is, you know, that it’s fleeting, and it’s temporal.
“What action would not be futile, when a man could look upon his own aged, yellowed skull? Better they should enjoy their temporary lives, while they still had them to enjoy.”
“When we are happy, we are always good, but when we are good, we are not always happy.”
“What twisted people we are. How simple we seem, or at least pretend to be in front of others, and how twisted we are deep down. How paltry we are and how spectacularly we contort ourselves before our own eyes, and the eyes of others…And all for what? To hide what? To make people believe what?”
― Roberto Bolaño
The saga which is the Leaning Tower of Dallas continues. Today, we were promised that a wrecking ball would bring it down for good. What actually appeared looked awfully tiny against the tilted mountain of concrete. It didn’t seem to do any more damage than a tickle.
Everyone in town is posing with the leaning tower in a variety of poses to appear with the tower in a selfie.
When I stopped by myself – I enjoyed the scene of people posing. If you take the tower out of the picture – everything is even more amusing.
“Her cheeks glowed with pink charcoals.”
“All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
On my way home from a Dallas Photo Walk in Deep Ellum I wanted to take some pictures of the internet-famous Leaning Tower of Dallas. In case you haven’t seen this on your news – they attempted to implode a fourteen story office building but the elevator shaft stayed mostly upright.
It has become a temporary icon here in Big D. The traffic was snarled and I had to park several blocks away as all the close spaces were taken. There was a big crowd in the field next to the tilted concrete tower – many folks contorting themselves in front of phone-wielding friends, trying for that perfect selfie – appearing to hold up the leaning tower.
I walked as close as I could, and settled for a finger-selfie.