Now, today, my dear one, was simply madness.
Ok.
Such days happen.
Let's stay equanimous.
One simple post turned into three, none of which seem publishable: too dense and insane - even for me.
Every single word now pooled between us is s speck in God's eye making a field day for an iridologist.
It is too much for me to go and remember (je souviens, tu souviens, il souvient, nous souvenons) who drove us home right now... I only must report not all of us can be driven home anymore: too stubborn to get in the back, then you can't come along, and nobody else is coming soon.... Will they walk? Too proud to crawl....but walking on the fine line is a long shot.

The cube as a cross: always that first, before we glue the ends together.

and camels; everywhere always this stilted stride.

Sun Table 1963, Dalí. |