March 29, 2015
Ok, I won't dignify this by calling it an experiment. It is merely whimsy. I try to be careful to be absolutely meaningless to write the piece that goes absolutely nowhere, because no matter what you write there is someone who will pick it up and read meaning into it. I am moving. I am water. I bounce and those clouds are lined up between and above my feet. With care, I can trace the horizon with the tips of my toes. I can outline hotels on the beach, tracing their rooflines. Oh look! I can blot out the sun!