Archives for 2018

The clerk is in the mail.

He got fed up with the job, so he mailed himself to somewhere exotic.

The post office he arrived at was hot, dusty, sticky and noisy.

The beach was better.

If only he’d brought his bathing trunks and his camera, he thought, sipping a multi-colored cocktail as he lounged under the comforting sun.

Fascinating fountains.

Water was trickling down the lampost and with no strawberries in sight, I decided to hail a carriage.

A shadowy figure wore sequins and fake diamond jewelry.

The scene was seen by few, but those privileged in this way were given large gold keys and boxes of fine chocolates.

Vegan hucksters and vegetarian cow-hands sang at the bandstand.

The carnivores tried opera, merged with Acappella jazz ballads and fell into protest folk music.

A lawless place.

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Empirical evidence?

There was none.

Only available at farmers markets, by the pound.

Elsewhere they used kilos. Everything was heavier!

Not laughing? Look it up.

Listen and learn. Even the silence teaches endless lessons.

Quantum drama and the young quarks.

The gravity was not delivered yesterday.

We all have bumps on our foreheads, from colliding with ceiling light fixtures.

They said they just saw the Gravitas Supplies van outside, so we might be back on terra firma by evening.

She said “do not talk”.

I was not surprised and a little miffed as I knew that. This was after all, a Silent Retreat.

Five minutes later we were leaning over the fence that defined the edge of the estate, talking to the farmer, the nearest neighbor.

We felt very naughty, confessed our offenses and promised to do better the whole of the next day.

It was a promise we kept.