Sunday, January 3, 2010

John Coltrane is buying groceries, a hawk sits on a lamp post over a freeway, four women push baby strollers into a tiny cafe, a man with a fish hook earring pleads his case through the glass at the welfare office, a voice actor specializing in movie trailers steps into the sound booth, a teenager walks to school hiding a rose in his jacket, a baby chews on the corner of a paperback, the driver of a car covered in action figures swerves to hit a cyclist and drops his joint between his legs, sun streams though a barred bedroom window, a fat uncle calls his niece a cunt at a barbecue, a son comes home at sunrise wearing a polka dot diagonal mohawk, someone unpacks their lunch in the parking lot, the tide encroaches on a snowman, someone's mother says, "Be gentle with him", a woman receives her brother's ashes in a plastic bag, a girl un-stitches her fingers from her boyfriend's, no one notices a shy college student enter the party, a tambourine discharges from a third floor apartment window, a reunited couple dances to, "There aint a man today who could tear me away from my guy", a woman trains her dog in the rain, wind leaps into a somber phone conversation, in a bar a man describes the sound of afternoon glaciers shifting on the Himalayas, pedestrians watch a cat chase a crow with a broken wing, someone gets a sliver from a picnic table, a condom floats over a flooded storm drain, a man cuts the cord on his wife's call with a kitchen knife, a kid watches the pulsing guts of a dying mouse, a priest descends from the pulpit laughing, the dawn advances on a frozen horse, strawberry flavored rat medicine is brought up in conversation, a man fancying himself to be an out of work boxer salutes a prostitute, the fist twin is born, the bulb on a taxi burns out, one man says, "We're surrounded," the other one says, "Who's we?", and the lights come up on the only guy left in the theatre.

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