Soon, I Will Not Have Made It.
And this could make me very
sad, surely. But what would
I have done differently, know-
ing soon what I don’t know
now?
It’s 4:32pm and I have
yet to write a quick, large
stone across my face. This
morning I say (to myself)
for sure. I will go the gym-
nasium in the evening (for
sure).
The day, however,
having wound down....
I’m beat. I’m unwilling.
And, like Tom Hanks, I
hate the internet. No-
thing whatsoever use-
ful in here [hear me
knock that hollow
knock knock]. Read-
something is reading
anything, I say, or
think, or think I say.
Information is time,
and all of the time,
so I have with me
presently a stapler;
it is fancy and red.
If I told you that I
just moved seven
loads of laundry
from washers into
dryers (ploddingly),
only to be locked out
of the laundry room
for the entire week-
end afterwards, would
you care enough to
believe me? Or, per-
haps: “Look, I have
blisters on my toes
from wearing these
gorgeous new
flippers!”?
