I am in here.
Walked down the street a fair ways, to a bookstore and a street-side café. Read and ate a big piece of cake. Now, I watch all the streetlights turn on, bit by bit. Endless sounds of partying, horns, the street, the wind. Saturday night in the big city.
I have started my murder mystery again. It’s been a long while since I last worked on it, but it still feels fresh in my mind and imagination. I can only take this as a good sign. A good sign, especially since the small short poems, of the type wanted for the book, are coming … Continue reading signals
You’re Waiting for Godot! by Samuel Beckett Many people think you’re extremely dull, but you’re just trying to patient. Really patient. Patient to the point of absurdity, quite frankly. Whatever you’re waiting for isn’t going to just come along, so you can stop waiting. I promise. Move on with your life. Change of scenery might … Continue reading I am a book.
Or maybe I could disappear in time. Our knowledge of the laws of physics doesn’t yet allow for this literally, but there are ways that are almost as good. Joining a dig – looking up that old friend from high school that became a Classics professor, perhaps. Sitting in the bottom of a muddy/dusty trench … Continue reading more travel
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