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« on: October 07, 2019, 06:14:23 PM »

That sound on the pavement, or tread on gravel - not quite rain but calming and familiar and equally able to be tuned out or become a drone to fall asleep to, to daydream to. The air from inside a tire; the smell, rubbery old air- old man farts but from tires, except even little skinny bicycle tires are the same way. Looking closely there are tiny crevices- the skin on the tire is like my own. Rough and worn in some places, smooth in others, bald even- on top- from use or just age, tire rot. The mechanic rolls out the new tire, bounces it actually, more like a 2-dimensional black basketball- it's what we all dread that leads to this. Thunk, thunk- the knocking sound of an ogre on the door and then more insistent- gubba gubba gubba - the out of balance washing machine merrily ignoring the out of balance growth, the tumor, on one side of the load and trying to carry on like nothing has happened. Except you can't with a tire. Eventually your wash cycle has to stop. Little light houses peer out from the rims. Black, ominous, with silver beacons on top, sometimes green. A place for interchange, receiving, holding in air, or sometimes covered by a black cap, that blend with its tire
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