3519. SPACETALK

SPACETALK

We marveled all the way to Wiemar,

gabbing at the circuit, pointing to the

ruins. There were so many of the

old names looming that we'd forgotten

to notice the company we kept. You said

'this all reminds me of three years ago, when

I had to enter that paper in the contest for

Snell.' I laughed, remembering the fraud

you'd gotten involved with  -  no worse for

wear, Snell was never found out. Now, like

some Goethe sniveling his way past the

guards, we walked lightly on through the

arcade. A carousel rounded its turn.

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I sometimes wonder why I was ever born :

wonder not for those deep and philosophical

reasons you'd think, but rather to make some

sense of all this wasted time. I orient my face

towards the east in the hopes of catching

the rising sun, and then I understand that

being oriented towards the orient is a stupid

and redundant ploy. Like my own life, the

light and the rays of the sun cover over

everything, all the same and mostly

without impact. We are inured to

that which passes as Life by us.

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Perhaps someday I can write in your book

as you have written in mine. Until then.

purely out of boredom at best, I sit back,

trying to invent a magic stylus with a

magic message, something new

I could tell to you.