the coriolis effect

I was cleaning my room, and in the process of relegating a dusty stack of hitchcock and asimovs magazines to a closet shelf, the pile started to tip out of my hands and out from one issue tumbled two photos. The same boy, a year apart. No idea what they were doing there (and for so long, forgotten!). but the mags were certainly garage sale fodder- it would have made a good mystery for someone. the dusty corners of the soul, and all that.

in related news, I was in the newly renovated, industriously quiet local library when two people were arrested and hauled out of the main room. when I left 20 minutes later, the plainclothes cops were quibbling over whos sting operation it was supposed to have been, while the arrestees were still in their custody. random.