No One Home
So I went walking around the neighbourhood. Knocking on doors. To say hello.
I did not realize - until now - that this - as behaviour - is no longer done.
I wanted advice on a pie I was intending to bake - rhubarb with fruit flies.
The silence was enormous.
We grow up believing in the notion of community.
No one answers. I find that irksome. I dreamt that I was on Mars, as the mayor. There was no else there. Perhaps I was the president.
I'd like to go for a run right now to clear my mind but there are seven things wrong with one of my knees. The other is fine.
Or I shouldn't say fine.
The other knee is struggling to deal with the phenomena of having nothing wrong with it.
Every time I shave, my neck gets thicker.
Someone on the street today called me obtuse.
I don't like to think that I am obtuse.
I'd prefer vermillion.
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