10.5.11

I see a living room with small red checkered couches.
I see a narrow mountain road opening up to a small circular driveway; I see the house there looking back down the mountain toward a lake and evergreen landscape.
I see a busy causeway with large shops on either side.
I see the end of a small dirt road, endless fields beyond.
I see a busy train station; and another busy train station, steam rising from tracks and yawning mouths.
I see a hamburger stand at yet another train station; they also have churri-pans.
I see the Thames.
I see a leaf-littered path covered by overhanging trees; a bench.
I see a wide sidewalk with grass and trees on both sides; people walking, playing games, picnicking, laughing.
I see a gigantic golden statue looking across the street at a concert hall; large red buses occasionally blocking his view.
I see a large house serving as a chapel; I see friends there washing and cleaning on a Saturday.
I see a small house and a woman with a large pot of potatoes.
I see a lake and a perfect day, both slowly receding into a warm evening.
I see a little boy swimming with empty milk jugs tied to his waist.
I see a group of children in a dark room; I see their tired, confused faces; I see them chewing on sugar cane.
I see a giant river as I drive along the road at its bank.
I see an audience obscured by several stage lights.
I see two scantily-clad girls giggling at me from a display window.
I see an empty city on a chill morning.
I see empty slopes and endless snow.
I see snow in Central Park.
I see a child smile at me and run away.
I see...

Blah, blah, blah...I see the Grim.