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June 11, 2016

“Blurtso considers the most difficult task”

    People value tasks that are difficult to perform,
but they don’t value the most difficult task of all…
         to not value what other people value.

June 9, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (IX)

“Tastes” – The grass that grows around last year’s leaves. The flowers. Today I ate a white flower that tasted like the yellow one I ate yesterday. Sometimes different flowers taste the same and sometimes they don’t. Sight and taste are not always connected.

June 8, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (VIII)

“Tastes” – Grass. Flowers. Oh, and I think I accidentally ate a deer tick. But since I don’t know what a deer tick tastes like, I can’t be sure. I suppose you can’t be sure of what you’re eating until you can.

June 7, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (VII)

“Sounds” – Birds. More birds. And the sound of the wind. I don’t know how something you can’t see can make so much sound.

June 6, 2016

“Frank visits Concord” (III)

What do you think crows talk about? said Virginia. I don’t know, said Ditto, probably what everyone else does.

Really? said Frank, a worm-finding app on your iPhone?

June 4, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (V)

“Sounds” – Birds. The wind. The sloshing of the pond against the shore. And the sound of an airplane. I think it was from an airplane. Because I didn’t hear the sound when I first saw the plane, then I heard the sound and saw the plane, then I didn’t see the plane but I still heard the sound. Maybe the wind blows sound like it blows shadows.

June 3, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (IV)

“Sights” – Lots of trees. More trees. Sunlight through the trees. Shadows of the trees. Sometimes the shadows are blown around by the wind, but are never completely blown away.

June 2, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (II)

“Sights” – Many trees. A lot of last year’s leaves. And oh yes, I saw a bug that might have been a deer tick. But since I’ve never seen a deer tick, I can’t be sure. I suppose you can’t be sure about something until you can.

June 1, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (I)

Hello, said Pablo. Hello, said Morton. What are you doing at Walden Pond? I don’t know, said Morton. You don’t know? said Pablo. No, said Morton. Be careful you don’t get any deer ticks. Deer ticks? said Morton. Yes, said Pablo, spring is the season for deer ticks. Oh, said Morton. Where are the other students? said Pablo. Glouster is in Boston with the ducks at Longfellow bridge, Chelsea is at Emma Lou’s house, Frank is living in the Concord cemetery, and the moose just vanished. Do you have any plans for the summer? No, said Morton, I can’t figure out what to do since the semester ended. Maybe you should spend the summer here. Here? said Morton. Sure, said Pablo. What could I do here? said Morton. You could look at things, said Pablo, and listen to things, and write about what you see and hear. Really? said Morton. Sure, said Pablo, just like Thoreau. Who? said Morton. Henry David Thoreau, said Pablo, a man who didn’t know what to do after he graduated from college, so he moved to Walden and wrote about what he saw and heard. That doesn’t sound very interesting, said Morton. Actually, said Pablo, he became famous. Really? said Morton, just because he didn’t know what to do after college?