I keep seeing tennis balls all along the sides of the roads I take. It's hard to tell what this means. Could it be that, because I'm starting to read Infinite Jest (Yes, things seem more urgent under death's bright light? Yes, I'm one of those morbidly frantic cliches), I have a keener awareness of all things tennis-related? Or could it be the ball gods reminding me that it's been a while since I've taken the dogs in the yard for a game of fetch?
Whatever the case, I'm collecting them the best I can. I hate to think of symbolism hurling itself into the gutter.
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