April 6, 2008
In the pond, at night, the reflections of two lighted windows float, and they watch me. I have decided they must be watching me, because the act of their watching, their very consciousness requires an awareness. I suspect I am the only one within their sight who is aware they are watching. So they are stuck watching me. They have this life, this awareness reduced to one thing which is to watch me in the evening. They are not allowed anything else, and yet they do it. They do it anyway because even this limited engagement is better than nothing.