By Natasha Head
I have seen a life laid to waste,
in the name of pure stubbornness,
in the absolute definition of denial.
I see my own life.
Caught up on the same rails,
charging full steam ahead,
to a tunnel where no light shines.
The gates of experience fly by.
Still frames of adventures
I have excused myself from
for reasons, for selfishness.
Vanity . . . shame.
The double yellow line,
solid and illuminated,
laughs as I attempt to find the nerve.
To dare cross.
Throwing up walls of resistance
as the hourglass bleeds
grains of sand I can't afford.
I have seen a lifetime
laid to waste,
and in its shadow,
I have seen my own.
and I had a relatively quiet Wednesday, though we did go out for bagels
and I dragged him to A.C. Moore which did not even have the beads I
needed. He was working on summer job stuff -- he has a phone interview
for one tomorrow -- and I had assorted work that needed to be done,
though some of it was mindless enough that in the afternoon we watched
The Prestige together (one of those movies that gets
better when you know the twists and can go back and see how they're
projected, plus Bale and Jackman are brilliant in it).
stayed late at school with the track team after delivering a kick-ass
monologue for AP English, so it was nearly dinnertime before I saw him.
After we ate, we watched the first episode of The 100
(which a couple of reviewers liked) to see whether it was any good --
it had some decent moments swiped from other sci-fi and the more
impressive Terra Nova, but I was not really sold.
The Americans remains a nail-biter. Here are some
photos from sightseeing and shopping along the water in Ellicott City