best not to get too ahead of ourselves. these are
real conversations going on in my head in
every which direction, so that they
are multiple and
they are overlapping and it’s quite
hard if not
outright impossible to
figure out which pieces go with each other. in
fact, this turns the sum of these conversations, no doubt, into the
riddle of my very
existence, or at least this is how i’ve somewhat and surely all to
self-importantly begun to characterize all this
hurly-burly chatter. if this barrage of sound were coming from literal human bodies then
a reasonable question would be how are they getting any air. then
i remember it’s in my head this is happening, so if, as i’ve said, this chatter holds the
riddle of me then maybe the solution is call an ambulance i need to be resuscitated!
