I should watch more teevee.
When I do I’m transported.
Sometimes there’s too much
suspense, but even this isn’t
reality. Sometimes there’s
such joy, there’s such per
fection that I find myself with
tears rolling down my cheeks.
These are not tears of sadness.
They are of joy, of catharsis. This
frisson is so rejuvenating that of
course I should do this more often,
delve into the unreal, the beauty
that is nowhere but in this figment.
