Reeves Wiedeman

Infinite Words #7: Things

Here’s post No. 7 in the Infinite Words series. An explanation, if you missed it, is here. Buy the book here. Add your personal favorites in the comments.

We covered descriptions of individuals earlier this week. Now, things:

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The early-November day is foggy and colorless. The sky and the street are the same color.

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Hal listened to a few minutes of the [music] and told his brother it sounded like somebody’s mind coming apart right before your ears.

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The same three or four booger-shaped clouds seem to pass back and forth overhead.

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On a new paint job
Its black has the bottomless quality of water at night.

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Gately’s always thought dark beer tasted like cork.

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Avril’s office’s blue-and-black-checkered shag is deeper than the waiting room’s shag, so that the border between the two is like a mowed v. unmowed lawn.

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‘I like the fans’ sound at night. Do you? It’s like somebody big far away goes like: it’sOKit’sOKit’sOKit’sOK, over and over. From very far away.’

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The sky’s combustionish orange had deepened to the hellish crimson of a fire’s last embers.

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It’s like a big wooden spoon keeps pushing him just under the surface of sleep and then spooning him up for something huge to taste him, again and again.

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The turn-signal red of the stairwell’s lit EXIT sign.

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A noteworthy thing turned out to be that the mound of earth on a freshly-filled grave seems airy and risen and plump, like dough.

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It was somehow sadistic-seeming, like drilling a peephole in the wall of a handicapped bathroom.

Comment from madi - February 26, 2010 at 1:49 pm

I am very much enjoying this series…

and also appreciate the use of ‘we’ in your blog. I just picture a mini-cubicle set up in your bedroom with your eccentric imaginary friends working hard through the night.