as i hopscotch my way out of
humility, can’t i just pretend
that it’s the hopscotch that got
me here in the first place? do i
look like a guy who’d be humil
iated by hopping a bit of scotch?
i suppose not. i try for hours to
display as a background, a back
drop, a screen saver on the larger
monitor at my desk that i sometimes
use multiply with my laptop this lovely
set of photographs of enclaves hidden
away among colorful mountains. so
gorgeous, the one photograph that
ever shows up, at any rate (there are
supposedly over two hundred of them).
