THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



The Afternoon Staycation...





Today I'll practice random acts of blind evasion from coworkers, yard work, mailmen, exgirlfriends, cats, the occasional tumbling moth, sales reps, praying mantises, books, and hobbies no longer needed to get me through.

Today I'll drink by myself, eat from the pan, allow myself to don underwear in the daytime, break silence with self expressed wisdom, laugh at some shit I heard before, try on hats, listen to the washer, plan a bicycle ride, and watch a black and white film until I fall asleep.

Who's with me?

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