of unexpected snowfalls
human relations are not easy but when you throw fast and easy into the equation think it just empties everything of meaning, even the semblance of it is lost. i didn’t get the handbook. i don’t flatter easily, i don’t like flattery and i don’t fancy being fancied by them oily ones, while most of my species get giddy delirious and are pleased no end with the attention. it seems notches on the bed post is something to crow about. don’t think it’s a good idea to start something i know i’d have to end. why indulge the transient, vapid possibilities that pass you by, when you could seek what is real?
because it exists but in theory. so you take pleasure in fleeting moments to make a whole that becomes a life. i think i shall wait in the rain, maybe nature will send me snow on a scorching sunday. or i’ll trip over stools to find porcini.
