Otis Redding was wrong.

Look like nothing's gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people tell me to do
So I guess I'll remain the same

I love to sit in my kitchen and look out the window. Sometimes, the Filipina woman who lives behind me and I exchange waves when we're both hanging out our laundry at the same time. Usually, though, I just enjoy the view across the rooftops. Yesterday morning, I woke up to the sound of a chainsaw. Two men were cutting down the tree I always thought was called a Monkey-pod. (I am wrong, but what could it be?). The woman brought them coffee, juice, water, tea... "Paul Bunyon" as I came to think of him, paused to sharpen his chainsaw between each section that he brought down. Everything changes. Everything.



This was the view from my kitchen window.
It is the tree on the far right that got the ax.


Paul Bunyon sharpens his ax


The older man was sharing some pointers
with the younger guy who was all ears


My neighbor kept the beverages flowing

I'm beyond your peripheral vision
So you might want to turn your head
Cause someday you might find you're starving
And eating all of the words you said

Tags: a chainsaw, impermanence, otis redding, paul bunyon
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