THE AFTERNOON I LOST MY MIND
I admit to having gone crazy. My dormant
TV has not been turned on in three months.
I miss nothing. Even the cable-guy, visiting
here to replace my router, commented on
my stillness and calm compared to what the
records show. He marked me down as 'cured.'
-
As soon as he left, I burned the TV up; I
doused it outside with gasoline and flipped
the match - as if I was burning my trash or
some paper. The angel spoke to me and said,
'This is how we prompt creativity, by sending
you out with irrational urges.' I accepted that.
-
Who am I to argue with Divinity?
No comments:
Post a Comment