chase scenes serial #1

I am writing these first new words in a notebook from a gas station in Bismarck, our first stop after the airport. The tooth is different than the paper I am writing my big project on; it is cheaper, slick, flat. I am writing in pen also, which feels sloppy to me. Sloppy because it is permanent, perhaps it is irresponsible. Yet I would like for this to be something different, perhaps a fresh project in itself. I wrote a document of our trip to Rapid City and environs last spring. It was very straightforward. I just got out of the swimming pool here at the motel in Madora, the Americinn‡. What a poor name. Joyce would be a languid floating flower in his grave, or perhaps Lewis Carroll, whoever popularized the so called portmanteau word, the sway it has over popular American culture is repulsive, that and misspelling. Why a convenience store would be more appealing as Kum-n-Go rather than Come and Go is a mystery to me, as great as the portmanteau fast food shacks like Mrs. Winners / Del Taco or Long John Silvers / A&W or how about why does Long John Silvers even exist anymore. In the pool I floated on my back. There will be one less sheet in this book as I just tore out a sheet to remind myself to take the camera battery out of the charger before I leave for the hike tomorrow. Sixty nine (69) sheets. Dare I write that much? Could I do it before Sunday night? It is Friday night right now. I fear that I will be asleep soon. The warm water in the hot tub, (more…)