Nashville Heat
It is a sticky and dark Nashville night. Smeltering heat and too many people are out in the streets. Not nice people, safe behaviorally circumspect people but hot, swarthy, ill-tempered resentful people. The black, bumpy roads and cheap ass tarred parking lots are generating an almost visible heat. No trees in commercial zones so mammals can breathe real air.Heaviness in the air. Like something is going to go down, some event to tip to point of explosion. Nasty molecules are a-swirling. The cool interior of the store feels artificial like an illusionary escape from the reality outside. It feels dangerous. There is a dark rage building.
Smeltering and extended heat smelts the surface, then the substance and then the bones of the matter and, finally, the truth will be revealed. Extremes to reveal weakness or strength, good or ill. It makes me aware of my mortality, my physical being, being stuck inside this shell.
It had better rain soon or something will explode out there. It would be better to be in the countryside with less people condensed, struggling, baring their teeth and ready to bite.
posted by Unknown @ 1:52 AM
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