Monday, May 05, 2008


It is quite late right now. Sleep has not come to me yet. Instead I work on the projects that cry out for my attention. As there are many, my sleepless night is being put to good use. Still yet, an image is stuck in my head from earlier today. As I was waiting to meet up with Iviva, I looked up and saw this balloon stuck in the tree outside the entrance to the Brooklyn Flea.

All sorts of random associations and questions popped inside my head.

I wonder if Icarus would have fared better were his wings made of mylar rather than wax and feather. Or, do you think, perhaps his pride would still be his doom? Maybe the shine and flash of the mylar flapping in the wind would have sped him even sooner to his fateful fall?

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