I have to write fast. I’m theorizing extramundane fantasies. For instance: starlight takes shape of man, then decides this was a mistake, goes back to stars. True story if you’re Christian, I suppose.
Writing fast. People on Facebook still argue “who was better, the Beatles of Stones?” Aging Victorian Baby Boomers. Ugh. Who was better, Jefferson or Hamilton? Ben Franklin of course.
Dang. Need to read some Robert Browning. It’s been too long. Hey, Uncle Ez.
Jumping on wholly imagined trampoline for my friend Ralph who has a real one and isn’t feeling well.
when you open the book of life
if I hear my name
do I get to go look at it?
translated from the Finnish by SK