surprise...

back in my berwyn days i went to Peggy Rose's ballet studio. this was my costume (minus the doggie ears) for 'how much is that doggie in the window?' i love the look of cluelessness. even at that young and usually perceptive age i look perpetually surprised by the world around me. 24 and still the root of it.

how so?

surprised that leaving my windows open at night leaves me susceptible to break-in. naive as to the heart of the occurence even when presented with undeniable evidence.

surprised by death even when it is found out and labeled and offering time for preparation.

surprised at the fallibity of craigslist, the internet, and basic human decency in the face of incontrovertible material and even the better judgement of my gut.


caught in some mixed up muddle of wonder and surpise. so fine the line between marvelling at the incomprehensibility of the world and being caught unawares by how it affects us. one implies consciousness and the other?

ay.