Little wonder that home is a bright place to be
if living’s your thing.
—John Ashbery
This only makes sense in a place wherein
there are walruses crowing. Fantasy worlds
unite!! And it won’t be here, in this place, my
new home, much as I love it, am almost in love
with it. Because any living that transpires doesn’t
take place sitting solitarily inside a box of one’s own.
I say this from experience, he said inappropriately.
But the truth can be inappropriate sometimes. And
also simple, even as confusingly elaborate as some
whodunnits can be. If the mystery of having one’s
crossed legs half covered by the comfort of personal
bed linens, a torso in some semblance of upright
while catching the latest episode of Murder, She
Wrote intrigues you then how about we Freaky
Friday ourselves out of here to check out some
fresh new looks we lock into, meet with a few
fancy words or a tissue? Now that I’ve made
my point, I suppose I’ll hit resume and watch
the rest of the episode. Even though I’ve
seen this about a dozen times and know
damned well whodunnit.
