White Whale Woman
Often while walking we would step over them, the white whales etched in chalk by some mysterious hand. Some university student on summer break. They appeared with stringent regularity on campus, each time in different places or times of day but always the same hand. Sometimes the whales would be accompanied by text to be kicked to dust and to dust by indifferent soles.
We saw her in the morning, the white whale woman in her red bandana. We thanked her for the whales not knowing why. Why she did it, why the whales were white, or what it meant. Why chalk, why she drew them when all that would happen to them is a speedy disintegration into nothing.
But then, I realized, we all do the same.