The current banner for this website features a photo of a plastic lawnchair sitting in front of my house. A solitary chair for a solitary existence.

A great big wind came up and blew that chair right out onto the driveway.

I got in my car and put it in reverse and drove backwards onto the chair. It busted into a bunch of pieces. See, that’s what happens. That chair could just as easily have been a living thing, like a small child, or a turtle.

I left the white plastic shards right where they lay. Scattered about the driveway like bleached fossil-bones.

The ribcage of a dinosaur. The vertebra of a seal. The jawbone of an ass.

5 thoughts on “fossils

  1. “…and the spirit of the lord came mightily upon him, and the cords that were upon his arms became as flax that was burnt with fire, and his bands loosed from off his hands, and he found a new jawbone of an ass, and put forth his hand, and took it, and slew a thousand men therewith…”

    feeling like a little destruction philip?

  2. solitary existence? really? most of the time when i read your stuff, i think “how is it possible that a dude out in the country is so damn busy with music shows and visits from girls?”.


  3. riles: i plan on doing some smiting.

    c: i’m a weekend warrior, it probably works out to about 50/50 between being completely alone and being completely all the way up in the middle of all the action.

  4. sounds nice, actually. lots of loner time, then lots of people. this is what i am striving for.

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