Listen: Beverly, HIG, Sigler discussed on Little Atoms
"On time. The breakfast missed the children on the scene. The husband abandoned in bed the night, cut short on account of the early morning, the week gas station coffee, the unpleasant carpool asleep loss, the hasty shower last night's closed. Last night's makeup. Hig knows the commuter sealed off in the climate controlled cars traps. In the first news cycle in the wheel of top forty, he holds the straight line through the morning. Small desperation 's the problems waiting to unfold the desire to be elsewhere to be anywhere. But here today tomorrow and all the mornings that run together into one citywide tangle of freeways and onramp closures in Sigler. It's a whole day narrowed to the stop and go. His expression is mid marathon, serene focused on the goal and yet not overwhelmed by the distance. He shows no strain, but the woman a battered, soft top convertible will say he looked drugged, the man in a souped up hatchback claims. He was crazy high, totally loco. You know what I mean? A couple of teenage girls driving an SUV way beyond their pay grade insist that although they barely noticed him, he looked like a superhero, but not one of the cool ones. The day is an indeterminate weather, 'less gray. The sun is just another thing delayed this morning beneath the ten, the air over the bungalows of west Adams and PICO union is a dull apocalyptic color, the color of bad things or their aftermath. The other city, the remembered in imagined. One stretches west past the sprawling ethnic neighborhoods where Koreans overlap with Salvadorans and Armenians back into ties. It begins in the big name crosstown boulevards lined with deco theaters faded tropical. Motels and restaurants was sent novellas and ends were the streets run into the ocean. But in this trench for the one ten sings through downtown, that place is barely a memory here. There is only the jam of the cars and the blank faces of the glass towers. The runners on pace for an eight minute mile or so. It seems to the man behind the wheel of his SUV who woke up late and didn't have time for his own jog. He missed his predawn tour. Beverly would the empty silence of the residential neighborhood when he visits other people's cul de sacs peering into living rooms of dark houses as domino records his footsteps marking calories and distance until the morning's ritual is complete. He wonders what went unseen coyotes, linking home before sunup a car haphazardly left in a driveway after one too many, a man sleeping in the blue glare of his TV, a teenager, sneaking through her back gate liquor bottle, shoved into bags and left at someone else's curb during these stolen hours before his wife and. Kids need him. He believes he glimpses has neighborhoods secret soul, seeing behind the sods of the bungalows in the manicured squares of unremarkable lawns into hidden discontents. There's never anyone to encourage him on these early morning runs no one to witness labored, breathing in the sixth mile, his roic triumph over his ebbing willpower. Watching the runner navigate the stationary cars. This driver is unaware of the jellied muscles of his own legs after a weekends drinking, he wants to reach back for the hour. He cheated from himself when he lay in bed. And instead of leasing up, his shoes rolled over checking the clock to see how long before others needed him without his run today, we'll belong to the commuters in their cars to the team, waiting for him at work. And now to this shirtless jogger cutting through traffic on the one ten, he rolls down his window and wedges torso out to watch the runner pass. The man's mechanics aren't bad, his chest upright, shoulders, relaxed hands, not bald into fish. Fists. He cups a hand over his mouth, shouting at the man to keep going. Then he sees that the runner is naked. He pulls back inside raises the window and busies himself with his cellphone. Moving onto the next thing in his day swamp, it's okay to pagoda. We've been took it about her new novel one Develey which is out now in the UK from indigo, press. I thank you so much coming in and took it about it. Oh, thanks so much for having me. This episode of little atoms was produced and presented by me nail Denny broadcast residents. Four point eight, nine, and the puck. By find design cheer. And if you like these leaves, you can find out interviews new generalists, but more on our website dot com. Thanks for listening.."