life accelerating

too frantic for actual prose

lamentably my nanowrimo novel is stalled
at 11k words
and i don't know when next i'll get to write

yet there remain things that demand more than
140 characters
even though like everyone else in the world
i've gravitated to being tersely talkative
or talkatively terse
what does it say about us that we reduce our thoughts
to sound bites designed for people
to read while ignoring
other people on the subway
traffic while jaywalking
other vehicles while driving

speaking of which i caved
and replaced my trusty
day-1 iphone
that thing went to a dozen countries
found random crappy soccer fields throughout the 617
and kept no one posted on stuff that did and didn't matter
kept in or out of touch with people who are or aren't still around
until a downpour at rfk stadium rendered part of the screen
a bit less sensitive
it allowed me
for better or worse
to always be on
i expect no less from this one

ironically it was only after i took up residence
in the hub of the universe that i got around to
a couple of key tourist
activities
like the head of the charles
and the observation deck at the prudential tower
i'm kicking myself for not trying the latter sooner

early in the fall i was positively buoyed by a spectacular run of
form
playing soccer
running freely
never tiring
with good vision
good decisions
and good results
i was as shocked as anyone
i just wanted to keep playing endlessly
because i knew it had to come to an end
a couple lackluster games later
i've got goose eggs on my shins and
frustration

my apartment is too warm
and too dry
and i can't sleep
and i'm sick
and i need to stay late at work but i also need to go out but i also need to make potatoes but i also need to play ball but i also need to run but i also need to do laundry