Knee High The elements of mercy are being measured out on the streets and in the alleys and down at the bus station waiting area. With hopes buckled up in leather satchels, resting next to dirty ankles that were once held so delicately, in honor of their purity. All the lost souls are moving through this equilibrium, drifting in and out of understanding. All waiting to find their way out... to make some ounce of sense out of the night. With tickets in their dirty and callused hands and one more shot in their hearts, all harboring their secrets and eyeing the borders of their fellow travelers. Fading into view, a dark figure is appearing before the weary eyes. He's the one waiting outside the ever-present door and at the end of foggy sidewalks -- existing in that space where the last vestiges of light from whatever source is tending to your safety merges with the darkness that surrounds everything on these midnight-dreary evenings. Will you recognize him? Will you breathe a sigh of relief? It's the kind of scene Edward Hopper and Edvard Munch might have collaborated on. The kind of image that would be hanging on the back wall of a basement burlesque hall, if it wasn't going down all around. Just set up your easel and capture the revolving faces...see if you can find some element of similarity. What would it be? What common tie would bind all these wayward puritans? What dream is still out there waiting to be claimed? ~ ~ ~ Return to More Folds Questions? Comments? Send them to Daily_Editor@hotmail.com. Unless otherwise noted, all Folded Thoughts were written by me, aka The Daily Editor, aka The Man Below the Fold. Copyright 2001 © Belowthefold.net