THE NEXUS OF
PLATICOMB, pt. 4
When the garbage man came today I
noticed he was wearing a new felt coat.
Fancy-assed thing for trash. If he took
it from the garbage, I guess that can be
considered recycling. But he still looked
like a fool. Tea and oranges, all the way
from China too?
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The mental cabinet where I filed my
notes was gone. Someone had walked
it away? On the veranda, the juicer was
still not washed; caked as it was with
rinds and pulpy matter. If no one else
cares about that, why should I?
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Old ideas are the best ideas? How many
time can you reinvent the wheel?
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