Hmm. By the by, I'm terribly sorry about the absence of posts here recently. I've completely forgotten to tell you that just as we were finishing Prosopopeia, and hence I needed my computer the most, I accidentally poured a glass of milk into my laptop. My keyboard developed an acute case of lactose intolerance, and has been taken to the milkman. I don't like sitting in computer labs, so most of my online time is for important stuff like writing emails, surfing other blogs, and playing flash animated strip poker. I expect to be back up and running within the week. Until then, even R's new mac is out of town. Oh, and she's gone too. So I have no computer at home. Aaah! The frustration! The loneliness!
Today, as I was peeking out the window, I saw a woman in a bright red coat walking through the weedy and muddy field behind my house. There was what appeared to be a garden gnome in the discarded couch under the tree there. Another woman was filming her. The woman with the camera instructed her in a waddly sort of bird-dance walk through the tall brown grass. They followed each other around using this silly walk. I walked past them a few minutes later, and now a man and a small child had materialised. They were standing in a straight line, the four of them. Apparently waiting for something. It looked like something out of a Murakami novel.