jeudi, mars 25, 2004
that day, at compass point, on the fourth and top floor, a balloon floated down from the ceiling of the atrium. it floated in midair, hovering. only slightly falling downwards, like a man-o-war in action. and before long, it headed downwards, gaining speed, ending up on the ground floor. and when it's string touched the floor and was supported, the what little helium held it's now lighter load just a bit above the ground. how quickly the balloon changes from an unreachable one stuck at the ceiling, to a magical one in midair, to a condemned one on the ground.
Death of a Balloon
that day, at compass point, on the fourth and top floor, a balloon floated down from the ceiling of the atrium. it floated in midair, hovering. only slightly falling downwards, like a man-o-war in action. and before long, it headed downwards, gaining speed, ending up on the ground floor. and when it's string touched the floor and was supported, the what little helium held it's now lighter load just a bit above the ground. how quickly the balloon changes from an unreachable one stuck at the ceiling, to a magical one in midair, to a condemned one on the ground.
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