XXXVIII.
-The report is that crows will be sighted in the roadway, people are raven.
-Very droll.
-They predict tomorrow in the morning, and already onlookers are
gathering. Some are camping out in Prospect I hear. They've got cameras.
-It's a rare chance. Let's go there.
-Uh-huh. Do you think we can get up in time.
-For crows in the roadway, we can stay awake all night.
-Maybe, umhn. Do you know the way.
-Well, I know, but knowing and following - I am easily distracted.
-I am distracting you now.
-It's a distraction of a divine nature.
-Tell me about the way.
-There's a steel viaduct. It is pale green, a green seen through a thin
film of powdery white barely molecules wide. Orange brown rust has
crackled itself through the green dressing the girders at bolt margin with
shagg-ed baubles trailing stains down their sides.
-Your knowledge of local topography has me completely overwhelmed:
I must kiss you.
-The map is inside me, and I am in it too my own map, it needs only to
flick the pause button off to set the frames in sequence to begin a way.
To your kisses, however, and their following, no way is charted, each
embrace a mistake unreliable needing another reading. What is the
circumference of a circle. No one knows. It is always falling. It is not
even there at all. An idea, a generalization of a sequence of random
points. No. not points. Just a way of moving.
-You have a way of moving.
-Master told me that too.
-Where is your master now.
-Gone. I think sHe got lost along the way.