7/11/02: Marking Time

I had this unfortunate encounter wherein my arm intruded upon a door and got the worst of the deal. As a result of this encounter, my arm has a bruise that is nearly every color of the rainbow: red, yellow, green, blue, purple, and brown. It's lovely in a hideous sort of way. I'm fascinated by the process of it, how the colors change from day to day, like the colors on an oil slick, or in a bubble.

Everyone who sees it asks about it. Yesterday, I told someone that it was a door. And then the next person who asked, I said that it was a horde of ninjas. The next person who asked, I said it was a horde of ninja monkeys. The next person who asked, I explained it was a horde of ninja monkeys from outer space. Ha! A left! A right! I repelled the ninjas! I repelled the monkeys! I repelled the aliens! HYAH! Today when someone asked, I told them it was a tattoo. A tattoo of what? A tattoo of Australia. A topographical map of Australia.

I've been sitting around, watching the bruise change, but at the same time, I'm watching a few other things. There's the small burn on my right hand. I don't think it's auspicious, if when you meet someone, and that person accidentally burns you with a cigarette. I am oddly fond of the burn on my right hand.

Meanwhile, the small wound on my toe seems to have healed entirely. I wonder if that means any more than that, simply, the process of healing continues every day we're alive, whether we're aware of it or not.

go on back home, why don'tcha.