My intent wasn’t to to sit fireside at a Spanish tapas restaurant
on a day that commemorates Mexico’s triumph over France.
It wasn’t to sink sweetly into Argentine nostalgia,
while pulling salt from the rim with a light touch of tongue.
But when a couple on the patio excused itself from the only set table
to tango under suspended lights,
I dissolved into inky darkness
and watched, invisible, as they traced the outlines of their kingdom.
Reina, his only subject.
Rey, her every move.
As if patterns tell me something.
As if dreams were clear swirls in an oyster sky.
As if I beat doubt with the flats of a saber.
As if my wild, tangled hair held truth.
As if fear fell as steady as rain dripping down from the eaves of a house.
As if joying in the freeing distance between peak and base.
As if the air lacked haze, and the view stretched on and on across rows of green and gold mountains, each paler than the last until the final ranks were indistinguishable from sky.
As if I could feel the whirl of wheels.
…the speed of my ascension,
…a vague disinterest in people who care nothing at all for this thrill and wonder.
Behold the Fastest Possible Drawings of Everything.
18 seconds
8 seconds
15.4 seconds
32.7 seconds
9.6 seconds
12.4 seconds
Average 5.2 seconds
6.7 seconds
22 seconds
This is a game we play. We’ll each write a noun onto the back of a card and hand it over, starting the clock once the card is flipped. With few exceptions, we don’t know what the object will be, and we often don’t know how to draw the thing well once it’s revealed. Some of the results are horrifying; the less-horrifying things show up here. We highly recommend this game.
Rules of the Game:
I love this idea like I love the feel of fresh sheets and ginger pear tea. My roommate and I are all set to incorporate this brain game into our next get together. Which just so happens to be scheduled for Saturday. Expect greatness.
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