Wednesday, March 18, 2009

a brown compass.

yesterday i saw a man with a cane walking on a dirt road. he was wearing suspenders. aka we became best friends.

i wonder what he was thinking about. maybe he was thinking what a beautiful city toronto is. and how he wishes he could be there. but maybe he is afraid of planes. and maybe he gets car sick. i wonder if he was pretending to be back in time. he was probably pretending to be a dinosaur. they used to be alive. maybe he was reminiscing. he used to be an author of 16 novels. and he used his cane to sign autographs. yes. or he was probably thinking of getting a mole removed. maybe all 12 of them. or maybe what book he should read next. or what he will be for halloween next year. the possibilities are endless.

i liked him.