Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Nothing is meant to awe, except maybe the football stadium.
I was reading Vanishing Point by Ander Monson (more on this later I'm sure) and I came upon INDIANA and EXPLOSIONS: "Things explode here more often because Indiana is close and many things purposed to explode are legal there." Sometimes, I like to use Indiana instead of people's names, because Indiana is nice and loving, but can also make me super bitter and possibly even gut-wrenched. Like last night, I was walking with three Indianas, all within arms reach, and fireworks started shooting up on the edge of campus. I think I said something about America. The Indianas all went "oooooooohhhhhhhhh" or "aaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwww." Then, birds bursted from the bushes, barely missing our fragile heads. The Indianas all went together towards the middle of campus, and I walked towards the fireworks. Often, I have a difficult time deciding which is more important, the parts or the whole.