A revolution without dancing.
Aug. 30th, 2006 04:04 pmAnd I've received answers, or at least confirmation of the question: too many birds dead on the pavement smashed into windows, and Joan of Arc everywhere. She was a statue I've passed a dozen times before, never noticing that it was gilded, that the frame of the rider was too small. Then I found the stylized flames of the logo of Arc Waste Management Company, and Alex had a bottle of Joan of Arc something on his desk. It was the name of an album today in the used record store where we stopped, too. So, for the time being, I'll attempt to differentiate between the armies of England and windows I can neither see nor understand. I spoke to Finn for the first time in a while (there seems to have been good reason for this) and he was thrilled with my new anger. He'd always thought it would look pretty on me, and that it would be more useful than a good many other things. That is comforting. The universe gave me a free copy of V For Vendetta, and seems to have gone to great lengths to do so. My rage, in this case at least, will most likely not culminate in the bombing of Parliament, but it seemed fairly clear that there were other things to which I was meant to be paying attention.