Or maybe this is his date for the night.
Or maybe this is an anonymous little girl whose father parked her at the blogger's table...thinking that perhaps he would entertain her? Kind of like a date. Like our little dates?
Who knows exactly who is entertaining who here. You will have to decide those things for yourself. Or not. The blogger has not come here to impose his narrative on you.
I wonder what they would have to say about imposed narratives?
Would it be more entertaining that what this guy had to say?
So many people, with so much to say. All of it, so very entertaining.
In the redwoods of the National AIDS Memorial Grove, a little bird let me take his picture--one, two, three times. And that was it.
He entertained me, but I had nothing for him.
So he flew away. Although I don't think he was looking for entertainment.
"Walker within this circle, pause.
Although they all died of one cause,
Remember how their lives were dense
With fine, compacted difference."
The summer-killing anenome is everywhere now.
So is its deshabille girl Friday, Amaryllis belladonna.
I think all of the plants know it.
Even if some of them don't want to admit it.
The tree ferns are above it all.
They just cannot be bothered to care.
"Oh, am I in your way? Am I keeping you from being somewhere? I'm sorry, but I can't be bothered."
Also not really giving a damn...
Or are they just trying too hard? You can decide that for yourself too.
This one looks like Cosmos:
There is one thing that you should not decide, and this is something I will impose on you: Do not leave your car parked on Lincoln between 4 and 6 p.m. Noone wants you there. Lots of signs, all in red, warn you that no one will be entertained.