It’s twelve o’clock and I’m sitting on the couch in my robe reading the wind up bird chronicles listening to wavves and getting favorites from Steve Roggenbuck. He said he is my mom and dad and that he is depressed with both myself and him. He haf no idea who I am, which is ok. I am the dark horse of ALT – lit. A non entity, walking through the shadows. It’s OK though, because ALT – lit is dead, and history shines a light on everything.
I have never been this close to the surface. Can you say I am prepared. Maybe he’d like to talk with me. My email address is so wonky. It would take me forever to get back in contact with him. He is the other side to tao lion. I am just me.