These thoughts are old

He’s just walking around the apartment. The bedroom, bathroom, living room, bedroom, living room, bedroom. The living room. He’s waiting for something. Waiting like it’s on fire and it might explode.

Someone walks by outside. Shadows against the wall, or a cloud in front of the sun, a dark blur moving across the striated shadows of the venetian blinds. He walks across the room and turns the crystal stick to close the blinds, and walks back to where he was standing. The room is darker now, lit only by the television he isn‘t watching. From the corner of his eye he can see the foggy, primary colors of the sets of daytime television. The actor’s muddled voices, their lives, someone loved someone, someone died.

“What is he doing?,” an actor says in a monotone voice, as though she‘s reading the line from a book.
“What is he doing,?” he repeats to himself. “What is he doing?”
Something’s about to happen soon.

He walks to the bedroom. He kicks a pile of shirts and they land near his dresser. He will be moving soon. At least he knows where they are.
Packing. What needs to be packed first? The television? Heavy things get packed first, then the lighter stuff. He needs boxes. He needs to get ready.

A loud motorcycle revs up the street, and a horn honks. He walks to the window and looks out at the street. The empty street. He moves his lips, silently forming the sentence “What is he doing?”

He doesn’t know. It isn’t ever clear. He doesn’t ever know.

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permafrost.

They rest on the snow in the clearing. The wall of spruce behind them appear black against the matt gray sky, and hide some light, rendering this open space a single, solid shade of gray. At a glance the heard of elk might be sleeping. Some are huddled up against one another for warmth. Others, isolated, ghost like, seem to shiver. It is only the wind. Ribs that bend downward, out from beneath the fabric of their skins are testament to their deaths. The herd has frozen solid to the ground.

It is a cold winter. So cold the snow is like chalk. At one time it covered the bodies, but blew away in the wind, exposing the herd like fossils. Their hoof prints too, uncovered by the shifting snow, surround them, the only proof of their living. The snow beneath them has turned orange with old blood from their cavities, opened by birds and other starving scavengers.

No birds fly here this day. Too cold for birds. No sounds, save the gusting winds through the spruce. And the loud passing of cars from the highway, barricaded from sight by the wall of black spruce trees.

The heat of the driver's cabs causes condensation to form on their windows. A driver rubs it away with a pair of gloves resting on his passenger seat. He keeps his speed at three to five miles under the posted speed limit, and follows a safe distance behind the vehicle before him. He is driving carefully. The roads are virtually dry, as it has been too cold for too long for ice, but it would be dreadful to blow a tire here, and be forced to step out into the cold to change the spare.

In spring, the bodies will begin to stink.

savannah life

Consider you are a lion. Consider this bar is the dusty plains of the savannah, and the girl, drunk, next to you, feigning interest, is a young gazelle. Consider the games she will make you play, jumping and juking through the grass, you in pursuit, weaving closely behind. Consider this, she is your prey, and you are starving.

You consider all this because it is what a man wearing blue plaid, standing at the bar with an arm across your shoulders, slurring, told you. His words were difficult to make out over the noise, and becuase he was drunk. But the words, so far as you can tell, were these:
You see that bitch you’re with? You’re a lion, man, and she’s your fucking prey. You’re the motherfucking king of the jungle. So it’s like this, all you have to do is follow her around, and play all her games. I can see what she's doing to you, but you can't act like you give a shit. She's just trying to make you jealous. Alls you do is you just walk up to that bitch over there (he gestures toward a girl on the opposite side of the bar), and put your arms around her, and ask her how she’s doing. It doesn’t even matter if she likes it or not, that’s what you do to show that you can get laid when you want, because you’re the lion and she’s your fucking dinner. Just sink your teeth in man. Just fucking bite.

Consider though, what do lions do when they really like the gazelle? Why should the lion chase if he doesn't want to kill and eat her?

And what if the gazelle walks across the room to spend the night whispering in the ear of another predator? Should the lion perhaps reconsider his role in the food chain?

What does a lion do when it can not find food? And how long can it starve before the vultures spot it, limping across the golden grass far below. Soon they will start their patient, slowly arching circles. Moving down from the sky they will wait. And soon, they too must eat.