Thirty-Four Twenty-Threes
By Joshua Chalifour, 23 September 2008Starting this project, I had no idea where it would go.
Yet on days like today, I joke that I’m almost there.
No doubt I’ll make it, once almost there won’t be.
Happy birthday, me.

Phy-d’eau ∞ Conceptual Fluid
Starting this project, I had no idea where it would go.
Yet on days like today, I joke that I’m almost there.
No doubt I’ll make it, once almost there won’t be.
Happy birthday, me.
Two fellows argued near a phone. One of them, greying hair, a turpentine diluted blue cardigan, gestured with both hands. The other rolled his eyes up and tilted his head sideways. He made fleeting eye contact and though not the elder, he was the taller. They spoke urgently, probably not clearly but I was too [...]
A moment reflecting on the gaze of amazement
When he was a boy, he’d accompany one parent or another to banks, convenience stores, hardware stores, places queueing people to exchange money for whatever it was worth. He’d stand by the counter waiting to be noticed. Sensible, he waited in line, not interrupting, rocking from heel to toe to heel. Sometimes grownups pushed ahead [...]
One morning, driving along the river, outside my neighbourhood, I witnessed the rapid welcome of a brilliant, melancholy, antique cloud. It descended at an angle from the unlimited above, with its measure of a western direction. I wanted to stop. At 7:00 in the morning with no temperature, few people appear on the street. A [...]
A surprising inclusion happened during a brief moment on a small corner of sidewalk. As Heather and I walked toward the cross-street, a couple walked toward us. A woman stood on the sidewalk, facing her shop’s window. Its overflowing wooden rectangle of flowers drooped a degree toward the street. She kept a hose running lightly [...]