September 14, 2005
Geckos
In Costa Rica I drink cocktails with fruit in them and consider the forward movement of time (on the beach, for example, I say, "hey, in the evening I'll be drinking a cocktail at the bar over there," and if I remember this thought that night at the bar, I'll have flattened it) the issue of whether geckos are attracted to the light, love (fleetingly, the way a person at a party might admire someone from across the room) and also the warmth of the sun and whether it will rain in the afternoon.
Tomorrow we will go to the volcano and have lunch with the native people there. They will smile and serve us chicken and A and I will fiddle with our rings and have misgivings about our positions in regard to the natives but hey, everybody's got a job to do, and this week ours is to smile reverently when offered a plate of beans and rice and then to stand at the edge of the volcano and watch the furious lava bubbling like stew on fire, two people on the earth's crust, lucky and waiting.
