The Dark Balloon

A weblog by Hao Lian.
A terrible secret guarded by golems.
A note that thanks you for being born, all those years ago.

Speed and sped.

She and I sat in the car, waiting for the light to change. It always used to change.

“This isn’t the fastest way, you know.” That’s what she said to me. “There’s another way, a more extreme way.”

“You mean driving through that house in front of us?”

“‘Why the fuck did you just drive through our house?’ they’ll yell.”

“‘Shut up and get into the car, old man!’”

[(2007 December 6) .]

Abandon your ideas.

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