Nobody rests and that’s the truth, friend. I woke this morning and saw the first leaves on the apple trees. They were lit by their own stars. I stood on the lawn and played with mathematics while my dog prowled the grass. I like to count things silently because when I look at objects I lose them–do you know what that is? Who doesn’t break into pieces while watching the red winged blackbird solemnly raise one leg. He was an old Slavic dancer. I counted backwards in fractions. I shivered. Say something else. That’s all I know. Fractions. Slow at first. Then faster and faster.
Planet of the Blind 