Shallow hedonism is important
and pleasurable. It’s my business,
like taking trips to Boston and
New York is others’. Sometimes
a clear timeframe is difficult to
graph. What has become of it?
Throw a party for Mom. Whom
to invite? Nobody even knows
her here. What would that be
like? Meanwhile, making every
moment as perfect as possible
becomes too much of a head-
ache for this hedonist. A
pleasurable migraine?
Not that I even know
what that means.
(Floating inside a
cloud of buzz
over Angel Island.)
