Lamentation IV Jack sits alone on a bench in a well-manicured urban park.  He watches wistfully as Diane walks away.  He missed his chance.  She was sitting right next to him just moments ago.  She was reading, or to put it more precisely, pretending to read.  There was obviously an elevated level of tension because of some intangible draw between them.  Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her looking out of the corner of her own.  It made Jack nervous.  It made him excited.  But it did not make him any more audacious.  So he sat there, with a dry mouth, unable to speak and unable to introduce himself.   And now they are far apart.  The space between becomes insurmountable as Diane crosses the busy intersection.  Jack knows that meeting Diane would have changed the course of his life forever.  Things will be different next time, he thinks.  What he doesn’t know is that there will be no next time.  This is permanence. ~ü [Photo: Katie Barthelow, Grant Park Chicago]

Lamentation IV

Jack sits alone on a bench in a well-manicured urban park.  He watches wistfully as Diane walks away.  He missed his chance.  She was sitting right next to him just moments ago.  She was reading, or to put it more precisely, pretending to read.  There was obviously an elevated level of tension because of some intangible draw between them.  Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her looking out of the corner of her own.  It made Jack nervous.  It made him excited.  But it did not make him any more audacious.  So he sat there, with a dry mouth, unable to speak and unable to introduce himself.  

And now they are far apart.  The space between becomes insurmountable as Diane crosses the busy intersection.  Jack knows that meeting Diane would have changed the course of his life forever.  Things will be different next time, he thinks.  What he doesn’t know is that there will be no next time.  This is permanence.

~ü

[Photo: Katie Barthelow, Grant Park Chicago]

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