Dress

Wait with bated bardic breath. Wait under awnings for the rain to stop. Maintain your composure. Do what you have to do. Whisper "patience" under your bardic breath. Window-shop the storefront behindd you. Look at that one dress. Probably very expensive, but it seems to shine with an inner light. Must have that dress. Compose some long line incantations. Observe the passers-by. They are varied. They are many. They should construct floats and have an urban pride parade and stick it to the suburbs. Suburbs are gaping chest wounds in our society. Look at the scarf in the storefront. It has seven different colours. Does this make you happy? Or is it only a few of the colours that fire up the passions? Observe the utility pole. Pull out some rusted staples absent-mindedly. Nowadays they use diluted adhesive to promote concerts, meditation seminars, riot grrrl retreats, or rallies. Consider for a minute the number of staples that need to be produced to keep this system rnning. How do they know on a moment-to-moment basis how much to produce? Because you know pretty much all production is done on a just-in-time regimen. Look at the dress again: the height of hipster ostentation: influences from the Orient & Paris, smalltown Canada & functional urban scavenging. Think about this for a second. Do you buy the dress or pay your rent? Or do you buy a bicycle and worry about it getting stolen in the bike theft capital of the world? It's all the more stressful, even if the rides are relaxing in their way. Or do you renovate your windows? But that would entail making grocery runs to the 'rents every week for the next four months. And it's not the 'rents that's the problem: it's the gaping suburban chest wound. Them suburbans want to take my brick facade. Them want plasticized ancient playgrounds. Them want ancient cherry tree rendered for pulp & paper. Them want architecture modern & flat & porches banned & fumes well-nigh noxious. Forget that. Look at the awning. The edge of the awning is the worst place to be both during and after a rainstorm. Gigantic drops threaten to break your neck. Go buy the dress if that's what you want. Nobody will take your house except you.

Consider: "It is with our passions as it is with fire and water: they are good servants but bad masters."