Monday July 9, 2018
from a business card
I got this card from someone who I don’t know but might be reading this.
Free Press, he said, I said, yeah, good, why not?
I thought he was selling something,trying to get me to come over to the side of all the glowing. I might have gone with him if I didn’t have a bus to catch.
Where you headin’, Chicago?
Maybe he lived there. At the bus station, in Chicago. When I asked him he said he was exactly where he needed to be.
I could live with that, I thought.
I could learn from this and all the other apparition-wise sentiments.
He gave me cereal. In a ziplock bag, for later.