What he said, 11/30/06

“She was walking down the middle of the boulevard dressed twentieth century smart; she was walking up and down the median of the boulevard lined with black granite monoliths, then suddenly yanked off her lush black wig in a sweep of her hand. Her raccoon hair fell out in a radiant splash of dapples and she spoke (and I saw, I SAW the words streaming forth from her mouth and filling space with the vermilion of the Golden Gate): Did you know that I could sing? Did you know that? And she laughed a healthy, happy laugh, and I awoke cradled in the folds of the valley which was filled with the inanimate world.”