The Furious Spinner

I never wanted to live an ordinary life. When I was younger, I was going to set the world on fire. I was going to explore the world. Not for me that dreary middle class life.

Now I read a piece by Mario where a couple has children. The couple is a lot like Mario and myself, only better. The man is good with the children, just as Mario would have been had we had any. I think, "We should have had children." The idea makes me sad, and I weep. I write to Mario, "Maybe people live normal lives and want normal lives because they're wonderful." Since I got ill so many years ago, all I have longed for is an ordinary life.

Across the river, the clouds are beginning to part, and the cliffs are black as pitch. No, wait, look, spots of green everywhere. Yesterday as I was driving, the mountain W’yeast was before me, magnificent in her puritan white largesse; behind me, the mountain Pahto hunkered, enticing in his iciness. Seeing them both, I gasped and I began to weep with joy. I am living at the heart of the world. The river undulates between the breasts of the Earth, a great liquid serpent. I live at the heart of the world. For that second, love rises out from me and captures the entire world in its embrace, but no, I let it go. I live at the heart of the world.

I hope it is always thus. Look, the clouds rise like exhales. Like white cotton candy. Like steam on a cold morning. Like wishes. The clouds rise, as if they have lost their way. Or found it. 0 comments

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