Ozymandias

Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,

The lone and level sands stretch far away". 

PERCY BLYTHE SHELLEY

An apt ending of a poem for the last episode of Breaking Bad. Everything falling apart. How the Mighty have fallen!

Today Naomi drives by a woman lying on the running path near my house surrounded by ambulances. She thinks it could be me but is busy driving Maya to school. You didn't stop? Well I called you, didn't I?

Did my hater of runners throw something more lethal this time? Or did she have a heart attack? I went back to the road where I was attacked, this time where I could not get hit, to see if the same truck would go by around the same time. The car that was directly behind it passed on schedule but alas, not THE truck.

Haters seem extra busy this week. The shootings in DC; racists enraged that Indian-American won a beauty pageant. She entered in part so she could afford medical school. And what are those racists doing with their lives? And what kind of world will my rainbow grandchildren enter?

Obviously sad here..more going on than this.

But tomorrow, we go Grand Rapids to experience ArtPrize. That should be fun.

 

This photo does not do my injury justice. The section that extends into 'the bikini' region is almost black. It hurts especially if I accidentally lean into it.