Wednesday, 19 March 2003 | War and not war

For the last few days I've been swinging back and forth between full-on war coverage and distraction, as if the war reminder has been the firm push on the back from an adult's hands, and the distraction is where I defy gravity for just a second, just at the end of my lurch forward.

In war-land, I have gone to a candlelight vigil, stood on the outskirts of a protest at Union Square, called my representatives, talked to those who already agree with me, read intimidating articles like this (I mean, look at that map), and opened the window to hear the sounds of my city, thinking about the sounds of that one.

In distraction-land, I: moved my website to a new host, rearranged my closet so that I can reach the short sleeves (just in time for the temperature to dip back down), got a sore throat, and put up a new set of pictures: pictures from Chinese New Year.

I have a feeling the next few days (at least) will be spent largely getting lost somewhere in the former. But right now the TV is off, I'm alone with my oblivious pet, and all I can hear are faint musical notes, a car alarm, and distant engines and wheels on pavement: normalcy.