Without my magic terminus I can turn off
nothing at all: my mind reels and continues
onward, long after logic has left. 'And the white
knight is talking backwards, and the red queen's
off with her head....' Whew, that was too easy.
I look around me as I sit back - thinking of what
to have, to drink, to sit, maybe instead with nothing
at all. My feet seem okay - no socks and old soft
leather Florsheim shoes, but that's okay too.
Remember what the dormouse said...