At 5am someone's car horn went off - a key
beep, I guess they had to be leaving. That's early
for short work, but by that time myself I used to
be to the train. Just sitting, I'd wait for the 5:08,
but no one could tell me why, let alone myself.
But those days are gone, and what do I miss?
Not a thing. Life sure has its own strange
undertakings : things we do to forget, and
things we forget to do. All the same, that
wedge is what holds the 'possible' open.
But, still it's confusing to me.