“In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!”
― Woody Allen
And here now, in this me of me..I am a constant spiral rotating through the spherical dimensions of my dynamic whims…the whims of the wind and the whistle of the branches…the tongue that licks the side of the sky just sweetly enough to bring about the perpetual cloud that is swimming over our heads. These days. These days. These days the cold is waking up…slowly, slinkingly, sweetly, sourly, suddenly. All at once, these days are here.