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Anyway...the escaltor...i happened to be looking at the DOWN escalator....perhaps this idea could be conveyed with an UP escalator as well...but then tends to be the more figurative. Humans rising UP...and melding with everyone and everything UP THERE...divine almost. One could easily akin that to the heaven, and the converse, with the down escalator, hell, but that strays from the point. Eitherway...i looked at the down escalator which to me ends in a more symbolic earthlike manner. The bottom being the end of the slide, grounded, earth-dirt bound. It's cyclic...either one....rising out and above...each step becomes an individual...its existance firm and concrete...supporting a number of other humans....some pass on, some pick a step and wait....like we do in life. The end, we meld, melt...those whom we supported, find others and move on. and then sometimes i just think im full of shit. My eyes are becoming wider, my vision more resolute. im not sure if Im frightened or secured. I just need more time. |
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Try and enjoy it more like you did above, that's one of the secrets to a happy existence. |
every so often they'd let us out of the rehab hospital and take us someplace to learn how to do shit in the real world. one day they took us to the dallas airport. i think the escalator was the first thing we did once we got inside. you ease yourself up to the steps until your front casters catch in the steps and then you grab the rails and let them ease you on. you have to make sure your wheels fit themselves into the steps. then you lean forward so your weight doesn't throw you back and hold on. then you have to go back down, which is a little scarier because you have to back down. And if your wheels don't fit into place you toppling down the escalator. when you get to the bottom you have to time it so you grab your wheels just as you're about to hit the ground and roll yourself back. otherwise you fall. there is nothing artistic or poetic about it. but sometimes it beats trying to find an elevator. |
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Im not sure i follow you sem but OK!!! |
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