Saturday, March 11, 2017
An Allegory On the Banks of the Nihilism
-You’ve come the longest way.
-I get the Space Prize.
-The time prize too. I’m the oldest.
-Years ago I’m was amazed that some crustacean
would say “That must be fifty years ago! He married the Flynn girl, younger one.” Way old men and women talked back then.
-Fifty? Each one the same.
-No highs or lows?
-Not really. Irons out.
-Anyway! We hafta catch up with every one!
Last time I saw you...!
-Let’s not bother. One boring year same as
another as I say.
-Is the right corpse in the box?
-God rest her soul...but from what?