6 billion other people
6,000,000,000. 3 commas. nine zeros.
That's a lot. And of those 6 billion or so, i was just imagining that somewhere...someone is probably discovering a great novel. someone is skydiving, and screaming the whole way down. someone is breaking up with someone else. someone is writing the answer on the chalk board, and cursing life. someone is watching the paint dry. someone is--to their mother’s horror and consternation--innocently jumping from the roof of their house using a sheet as a cape and Superman-thoughts for wings. someone is getting kicked in the shins...and discovering a new emotion. someone is getting up really, really early. someone is yelling for no good reason. someone else is listening. someone is watching the sun set in splendor, just beyond the interminably rolling hills. someone is definitely going to the bathroom. someone is sitting on the side of an eclectic, dirt-road thoroughfare, drinking chai tea with a friend, smiling and enjoying the variety of cows, passersby, and motor-vehicles moving between destinations. someone is speaking german. poorly. someone is laughing (and i mean a good laugh--one that comes from down deep in your belly and begins to roll over you in uncontrollable waves:). someone is watching their favorite movie. someone is rolling a joint--lounging, listless, and to his mind, lucid. someone is having a baby. someone is making babies! someone is debating--white or wheat? someone is looking at their watch and wondering about more than what time it is. someone is studying for a spelling bee. someone is being stung by a bee. someone is dreaming of being stung by a bee, while running at an agonizingly slow speed. someone is thinking the exact same thing that i am. someone is getting married. someone is repeating themselves. someone is repeating themselves. someone is riding the subway to nanjing road, unwittingly trespassing on a foreigner's precious personal space. someone is facing their fears. someone is dancing. alone. someone is smoking a cuban. someone is playing spin the bottle. someone is taking someone else’s life. someone is praying - while light from a Russian sun is breaking through an early morning fog and splashing the cathedral in its brilliance. someone is walking down to the nearest tienda. with a friend. someone is crafting a resume. someone is voluntarily listening to bob marley. someone is helping a homeless man. someone is being taught to hate. someone is moving. again. someone is writing a blog.
That's a lot. And of those 6 billion or so, i was just imagining that somewhere...someone is probably discovering a great novel. someone is skydiving, and screaming the whole way down. someone is breaking up with someone else. someone is writing the answer on the chalk board, and cursing life. someone is watching the paint dry. someone is--to their mother’s horror and consternation--innocently jumping from the roof of their house using a sheet as a cape and Superman-thoughts for wings. someone is getting kicked in the shins...and discovering a new emotion. someone is getting up really, really early. someone is yelling for no good reason. someone else is listening. someone is watching the sun set in splendor, just beyond the interminably rolling hills. someone is definitely going to the bathroom. someone is sitting on the side of an eclectic, dirt-road thoroughfare, drinking chai tea with a friend, smiling and enjoying the variety of cows, passersby, and motor-vehicles moving between destinations. someone is speaking german. poorly. someone is laughing (and i mean a good laugh--one that comes from down deep in your belly and begins to roll over you in uncontrollable waves:). someone is watching their favorite movie. someone is rolling a joint--lounging, listless, and to his mind, lucid. someone is having a baby. someone is making babies! someone is debating--white or wheat? someone is looking at their watch and wondering about more than what time it is. someone is studying for a spelling bee. someone is being stung by a bee. someone is dreaming of being stung by a bee, while running at an agonizingly slow speed. someone is thinking the exact same thing that i am. someone is getting married. someone is repeating themselves. someone is repeating themselves. someone is riding the subway to nanjing road, unwittingly trespassing on a foreigner's precious personal space. someone is facing their fears. someone is dancing. alone. someone is smoking a cuban. someone is playing spin the bottle. someone is taking someone else’s life. someone is praying - while light from a Russian sun is breaking through an early morning fog and splashing the cathedral in its brilliance. someone is walking down to the nearest tienda. with a friend. someone is crafting a resume. someone is voluntarily listening to bob marley. someone is helping a homeless man. someone is being taught to hate. someone is moving. again. someone is writing a blog.
posted by Prague at 8:17 AM
3 Comments:
I love this post.
-Emily
I like this post too :) I like to see what order things were thought of in. Near the top of the list at #3 is someone breaking up with someone; and yet, a good belly rolling laugh is only half way from bottom and top :(. I like the boy who's trying to parachute from the top of his house with a sheet the best(yes I'm assuming he's a boy). It reminds me of me, but I didn't use a sheet, I figured my arms were wings enough.
-j-ni
hi JB....i like this a lot...its something that has been in my mind whenever i isolate somthing from among ethng that cud swirl in my mind....now i have words to describe it....thnks....hope to see u stime soon. tc
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