October 04, 2006



Somewhere deep in suburbia on a Sunday afternoon I waited outside a cluster of shops and called a friend for directions. A small girl stepped out of the milk bar to stare across the street at the park where a father and child flew a kite. I could almost hear the voiceover as she teetered on the edge of the pavement, knowing she couldn't go any further. When my friend arrived we set off for the hospital, where a friend had recently been turned into a kind of plastic and rubber squid for a while. We all have our limits of freedom. I'm thankful that my leash is long.

posted on October 04, 2006 at 09:59 PM by cos.