Tokyo to Tijuana: Gabriele Departing AmericaSills, Steven David Justin
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Tokyo to Tijuana: Gabriele Departing America
Sills, Steven David Justin
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From the window she noticed that Nathaniel played with his dog when she was not
around. He actually had some affection for it. Had she bought at least one of
these dogs for the experiment of discovering his ability to care or to prompt
that attribute? Was it for the companionship of both boys or was it for her own
companionship? Maybe the dogs were bought to fill the hours when she wasn't
taking the boys to their scout meetings, buying clothes for them, rooting for
them on bleachers at baseball games (she had tried rooting for them as a
voluntary concession stand worker, but her tacit words and supercilious
coldness to the inconsequential and insufferable gossip of these motherly peers
brought her a flurry of unfriendly glances not all that different than what she
received in all the other days in the years of her life), tree planting, or
going to the site of the school to say, "It looks like its really coming along
well." It was all of this and more. So much that was selfish, altruistic,
curious, and indifferent went into the simplest of acts.
She could see there, in this dog centering its actions on her boy and her boy
responding by throwing out a shoe for him to fetch, a reason for all this
carbon to be divided into so many organisms. Looking through the window at this
interaction (saliva drooling from the mouth of one and smiling fangs from the
other) she saw that the universe communicated with itself and that it's self
responded in a distinctly varied perspective. It was by doing so that the
universe was at last real. There was no doubt that there were other worlds like
the Earth throughout the cosmos. Simple pleasures, simple interactions, were
the entity, and she knew that the whole thing was good. She knew that this
overlapping of the universe in carbon beings interacting with each other in
their distinct ways were the talking heads that made the universe real. The
sight of forty-dollar sneakers there in the drooling waterfalls of the dog's
mouth caused her consternation. Still she did nothing. She just watched and
recalled what had occurred yesterday.
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