Saturday, February 01, 2003



Awoke to images of the space shuttle Columbia disintegrating over Texas. Numb, head and lungs still aching from the chaos of last night.

Romantic, in a macabre way, this Roman Candle at 200,000 ft. fizzling into dust across a bright blue February sky. Graceful, in contrast to Challenger seventeen years ago, yet just as final.

As above, so below. This day seems meant for Roman Candles, whose outward flair and beauty are the very elements of their end.

I have some emotional soul searching to do. Road trip to Tahoe.

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