We live in Jello
I am quite convinced I will find myself alone, even if not. My desk—a dining table with my work sitting on top of it—is no longer my desk. He sat down but I leave that seat empty so my ideas have somewhere to sit in the morning. in front of me so I can look them over, change and alter. Close my right eye then left. and now I feel a presence like afternoon sun through a shut car window. Staring He gets up. not twice, more. Must have forgotten something in the silence I have created. Every sound an interruption, the scratch of cup on table is both an argument and a counter. It is easier to continue momentum than move against it. I forget that other people forget that you have to close one eye in order to see more clearly from the other and both eyes open is more similar to both eyes closed, your mind is just making it up anyway. So what is right when left is also And history was only made by the same types today that only use half of half their brain And the status quo is the status quo not because it is hard solid Truth, but because jello is a sweet soft easy swallow for the old and the young. Yes even if I am not convinced, I will find myself quite alone.