I am in here.
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o’clock our neighbors drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying– He had always taken funerals in his stride– And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed … Continue reading Mid-term Break
A lovely brunch, hobbling to a table in front, the waitress and me trying how best to place my foot so it does not obstruct traffic. I had not considered myself to be an obstacle before. Perhaps I am simply a piece of human-shaped furniture. It will be nice when I don’t have to plan … Continue reading waydownhome
I am starting to find amusing the slow progress of the mail truck two streets away, seen through bare trees. This is a little too zen for me, but I must stay here and await the arrival of Food. Yes, I am quite capable of going to Food myself, were my shoulders, biceps and triceps … Continue reading mail trucks
I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality. — James Joyce
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