Wednesday, October 10, 2012

there but for the

So, right, at this point what I ought to have done was step as hard as I could on the gas pedal and get back to paying bills and making Sunday dinner, but although I knew that would have been the right thing to do, my foot pressed down on the brake pedal instead, and I found myself stopping in the road, not caring that I was blocking traffic. Years of passing by the shrine and just barely noticing it, and suddenly I have to be right in with whoever these people were and whatever vortex drew them in. And even though I didn't really want to take part, soon enough I was "excuse me" and "pardon me" and "sorry, ma'am" until I had elbowed my way up to the first line of onlookers, and I could see what had been engraved into the marble of the bench.