And so here I am de-cocooned from dreams.
Crickets don’t usually sing in the mornings, but now…
Percy Shelley was nice to people who interested him.
Everyone do your own joke.
C’mon orphan, one mitten is better than none.
Old man in Savo steals his neighbor’s teeth.
John Locke was the ghost behind Jefferson.
I love “War and Peace.”
“Stout, about the average height, broad, with huge red hands; he did not know, as the saying is, how to enter a drawing room and still less how to leave one; that is, how to say something particularly agreeable before going away.”
Sunup you get to be the sunup man.
Jacques Derrida didn’t understand a thing about nakedness.
John Locke: “Personal Identity depends on Consciousness not on Substance.”
“We don’t get much consciousness around here fella!”
Blue Jay just now seems to have silenced the crickets.
I wonder how crickets hear?
Two apples fell outside my window as I wrote that.
Without consciousness, no crafted lives.
Without craft no freedom.
Neighbor in Savo steals his teeth right back.
My guide dog walks me around a birdcage that’s inexplicably sitting on a sidewalk.
Planet of the Blind 