The hour glass in my occiput is dropping sand. I must write quickly. I brought the python home in a bag. Did your mother really worship F.D.R.’s chauffeur? I wish I had a ladder like that. They say 1939 was the greatest year for movies. I think its still coming. My neighbor who never leaves his house is making a movie about the stones in his shoes. I’m almost done. Herman Melville was wrong about the nature of war. He said all wars are boyish and are fought by boys. Boys are kidnapped into wars. And old Daddy Warbucks promises to let them out of the jar.
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 