I've been having this strange feeling . . . out of the corner of my eye when I turn to look . . . no one is like me except that man in the periphery . . . if he is indeed there . . . but you say you, too, saw him, met him . . . not looking like me, but sharing my travail, the lack of lights . . . therein lies some clue . . . they hang up when I answer -- just saying hello the timbre of my voice must signal their retreat . . . his retreat . . . if it happened as I say it must have, since I remember it, remember it clearly as I see you now, as I watch your face . . . just . . . don't go away . . .
Friday 55 March 23 2018
12 hours ago