Anybody else have a shitty week last week? Are you in need of an enormous distraction, a xanax, a martini the size of your head?
That’s a little better.
But maybe we need to really get in there.
There were the floating, pale-grey clouds; and the immitigable tree; the implacable tree with its greaved silver bark. The ripple of my life was unavailing. I was unable to pass by. There was an obstacle. ‘I cannot surmount this unintelligible obstacle,’ I said. And the others passed on. But we are doomed, all of us, by the apple trees, by the immitigable tree which we cannot pass.
The tree alone resisted our eternal flux. For I changed and changed.