WALKING ON THIN ICE

collage by smith

things are breaking on me. reality’s decaying. the power cord to my laptop died, as did its battery. the back tire on the bicycle went flat this morning. the wire fence took a bite out of my only english sweater, my digital camera now bulks at taking low light, fast, far or near fotos, and sometimes ignores the shoot command entirely. it also has a re-occurring dark blotch some where within which moves around the frame staining the fotos (which lately has disappeared). reality plays about me and with me with fluid humor. it’s all metaphoric somehow, but i understand neither the reality nor the symbol, neither message nor parable.

looking back to my pre-LadyK social existence, my basic plan was not to go anywhere in the first place, that was my main objective. my second objective was to keep people from coming over. but if i did go out, i’d get stoned before i left, and take 3 joints with me - 1 for on the way, 1 for while there, and 1for the return trip. i’d take an extra joint if the folk where i was going smoked.

now i socialize straight mostly. been some good talk and laughter here and there, with a lot of standing sitting waiting being polite in between. i’m interested and enjoy the goings on, but i’d rather be back in my hole in the dark, toking and typing into my computer. socializing implies intra-specie communication, and people are human to my mutant, test questions with no logical answer. i’m more the un-missed link in social equations.

uncle even anti odd.

foto by smith