the rolling hills in prospect park

last night i wanted to remember the rolling hills in prospect park. i played frisbee there with y and his cousin j, a guy who was not only boring but spoke in such a soft voice that i had to spend twice as long listening to him repeat himself out of politeness.

we ran around so much making our own action moments, we'd go long on every throw for our own benefit. i had that raw lung feeling i hadn't had in a long time, as if you breathe through a serrated tube. i "felt the burn," in a word. i was ragged and collapsable.

it was a super windy day and there were a lot of kites, including one we guessed to be a 1,000 feet high. there was a big bird that kept swooping around the park, perhaps a seagull but it looked even bigger than that, and it made flying look so fun. it was really riding the wind, doing nothing, but moving fast and abruptly on the swells. it looked like a better version of riding the waves, borne up by the water. the bird swooped around one of the kites quite a lot, an orange glittering thing shaped like an airplane, and it returned to it a few times. you know, it would be wonderful if we could digitally grid the world. we already literally grid the seas with fishing nets, we cast them down over hundreds of miles and what gets pulled up is a bedraggled tragedy of the seas, a map of that which swam in a particular swath of open water. i hope we never do to the sky what we've done with water, but it would be awesome watching a bird evade a swarm of kites and their strings, the sky twitching with vermicelli.

the hills were more like moguls than rolling hills, but it was picturesque. they made the little blanket encampment into isolated scenes, like so many stages and seating areas, like the cover of Nat King Cole's Crazy Lazy Hazy Days of Summer LP. the world's richer when it's lumpy, of course. there's more surface area, there's literally more of it. and i think you could glide a bike for longer over hilly ground, playing high off of low to coax a little more distance out of it. lumpen is bumpin'