FARRAGO
Yes then it was - in the park, I had my fingers on
your touchpad; we were discussing Darwin's
hallucinations and it came to be that you said
'he was stoned.' I looked around, trying to
decipher the who or what you meant, and I
realized there was no one there. At that
moment, the funny man selling Italian ice
began singing to himself. A tourist with a
Leica around his sweaty neck same over
to ask if I've lived here all my life. 'Uh, not
yet', I replied, 'at least I hope, not yet.' He
walked away with a funny, checkered
gait.
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