These past few weeks of this burning summer –
Beers in the shade of trees. A birthday cake for three on the endless path that’s locked up in a box. Journeys to times past and/or worlds real and/or imagined (all combinations, multiple times). Switching skins, trading symbols, comparing ideas, writing without words. Old friends and new ones.
Sitting dazed by the heat for hours, sleeping with both eyes open in the Sun. Getting work done without being truly aware of working. Hunting for pictures. Welcoming stories. Laughing at Yodas (but aren’t they all mirrors).
It’s so weird that it often proves hardest to write (about reality) when you’d have so much to tell.
Should we say hey who cares?