mmmmdccxciv

You must encounter a lot

of weird people. Or am I just
projecting? I certainly do. I even
count myself amongst them, and
historically I’ve done this with a

bit of pride, but after losing a
goodly amount of senses roam
ing the city homeless for a
couple of years, the pride I

once felt with regard to any
eccentricity fades considerably.
Or it certainly has for me, as
the years go on, and there’s

rarely a soul around who knew 

me before toward which I can
bounce words in an effort of
engagement, even if strictly

to gauge how much of said
senses might have vanished.
One needs a clear point of
reference for such things.

And that, despite my best
efforts at attempting to hit
reset on those who knew
most every foible, most

every idiosyncrasy, well,
they just cannot seem to
be lured back, even if for no
other reason than to help me

with such a perspective. There

fore, the best I get, at most, 

is less mano a mano than

loopy to loopy. So, anyway,

I guess that means I’ve no
real way to tell who is more
out of touch, me, or the fence
post with whom I’m awkwardly

attempting to engage. So maybe
just forget everything I’ve relayed
to you on this fine day as I retire
for a long meandering walk. Ciao

for now. And thank you ever so
for listening to me once more gab 

so erratically.  As always, yours....