i had gotten lost in The Nothing a while back and didn’t realize until recently how far into the notsoquick-sand i’d sunk into.
At 0800 hours on no day in particular with a liver full of gumption and an altostratus billowing from my ears I emerged from the bowels of aught
stumbled through the place where light is not welcome
and found my way back to what’s known as
It’s exactly the way I’ve remembered – stark artificial madness.
And it has it’s own peculiar charm, I see.
I stood on a street corner and saw a handsome welltailored gentleman on his way to work to provide for himself
At the same time the next morning, I saw a weird hairless primate with a scrap of fabric tied around his neck in a giant metal box on wheels.
The day after that I gave him a thumbs up as he rolled past. He didn’t return the gesture.
There are people I’d like to revisit but I fear it’s been too much time and it wouldn’t be the same.
Resurrecting a memory they’d been trying to forget, ya know?
Yes. Yes, I think it can be easily done
when the time comes. In the mean time I’ll
go down and revisit Highway 61