a_narrative_urgency crOwl there's lightning in the skies above the ocean that we didn't see while walking along the shore. we ignore the shrill blow of the lifeguard's whistle from fifty yards away, his arms covered in a yellow rain slicker waving frantically for us to exit. we talk above the roar of wind and crash of surf like squaking seagulls about drum circles and hungry souls, custom t-shirts, and revolution, che, and his motorcycle diaries. why the village really is a good movie no matter what the critics say. when we finally leave we're yelled at for our disobedience under a sky that is breaking up, so blue, so purple, so fresh. and then the sun appears sticking out its tongue in mockery. in victory. 040821 what's it to you? who go blather from