Its late in the night, or early in the morning
and all I can see is that TV in that building a good 50 yards away.
I can't see what is playing, and I really don't care.
But the fact that I am thinking about it shows that it has meaning to me.
It is the fact that it is real, more real than the people I know of
more real than the air and the trees
in fact on real than me.
That is why maybe the TV matters to me.
Then I turn to see the TV that is in my room, and all is norm again.
So is life.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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