I was hungry but when I got food and ate my fill, I was full, but didn't feel any less hungry.
I was tired and I kept going on until I just couldn't stay awake, but even in my sleep I was tired, and when I awoke,
I was not any more rested than before I slept.
I sat in the empty room of the house that I just built admiring how well I was able to make my vision become a reality, but I was
alone in that room with all the well placed lights dimmed to just the right levels and found myself staring at the answering machine in
my office next door.
I remembered looking out the window of the car as we were driving to Pete's in Crenshaw this morning. I remembered all the cars on the freeway. You know when you walk you can look up and down and all around. It's easy to stop. You can't do that so easily in a car.
We passed by the LA Skyline and I thought it looked almost like a painting the way the sunlight was dancing through the passing storm clouds and reflecting off the glass windows and I saw a billboard, and it said, "Be Heard."
It was a white duck and the duck was saying, "Be Heard."
And I thought to myself.
Does that mean make sure you talk loud enough to be heard? Or, does it mean that maybe other people should be be listening better?
I saw a cat on the hill on the side of the Santa Monica Freeway and it was just a few exits before Crenshaw and there were houses above the cat and I figured that that is where the car came from and it didn't seem to bother the cat that all these cars, like red blood cells in arteries, were
moving like a river of metal and plastic and skin and bones and I wondered if anyone else in the cars saw the cat like I saw the cat.
We passed by the train station and next to it the LA RIver and it was filled with rushing water and I thought two things. I thought it strange to see the LA River filled with water and then I wondered how many people lost their shelters to that water.
And I wondered how it is we ask people to spend money and make this capitalism work and then when folks run out of credit and can't spend any more money, we just discard them like we do the things that we buy.
Mountains of discarded things and people.
And I thought about the white duck.
I thought about being heard.
I thought about the pretty skyline and
the passing clouds and the airliners taking off and going to far away places and I thought about building churches and
turning discarded things into sacred vessels and I thought about Pete's Sausages, because, well, that's where we was going.
We're a lot like Sausages, aren't we, but we're, as a people, not as good as Pete's.
Maybe that's something we can change.
