Altogether Now...

Something about the hall of mirrors or rather, nothing much. But the city had never been as quiet as one could have imagined. A city night with a single light. Isn’t that just one of the many things? And here we go again…

It’s not a lot more than what’s already at hand. Try to subvert it as much as possible and hope that it’ll come through somewhat. And if all of it were like that, then we’d be done long ago. Which way did they take if they’re all still here right now? But maybe we’re taking the wrong approach.

Someone talked about the current situation over cups of coffee and tea and cold water (attributed to a sense of good memory). Someone tried to lie their way out of knowing. Someone didn’t do what they used to do anymore but what does that matter? And someone remembered the day, the name, the haze.

The next part is thinking. For all the length of lying on your back, staring at the ceiling, listening to the repetitions of “why don’t you get back into bed?” (Ian Dury, no less). The papers yesterday said that’s the disease we’ll all die from, apparently. Thinking. So we shift our focus from that. To the less sordid. To them telling me, “And your bird can sing” or something along the lines of. Nah, that’s blatant enough as it is. How about a last-minute note that smacked of the self-justification of a…and so it goes. Yes, let’s turn our attention to that instead. But what happened to them? Died their deaths before they were done. The papers today said that’s the disease we’ll all die from, apparently. Living.

And what else will the papers say?
Let’s take it from the top.