Connecting Disconnection

Too often it seems as if good luck often falls into the wrong hands.

And something fried either smells good or doesn’t smell as good as it should, since it’s already once been fried at least twice.

Paranoia is personal, but there’s nothing worse than thinking you’ve just overheard two or more people in the parking lot talking shit about you.

What happens when the serious writer trips and falls on a piece of 8 1/2 x 11” piece of typing paper at almost the same time the stand-up comic slips on a banana peel? Tragicomedy.

And why do so many politicians wear wrist watches and carry cellphones at the same time? This phenomena is extremely interesting to me—why a politician doesn’t carry one or the other—but may not be as interesting to the person sitting next to me who’s talking on his cellphone with his wristwatch.

My new friend Earl who lives in the house just below my cabin, on politicians we all know and despise: “if he really is as stupid as I think he is to get into that crowded elevator, then I’m happy to stand outside the door and push the button.”

Most people are really funny but don’t know how funny they really are—and they’re the funniest!

Fractured rainbow, Wapiti, Wyoming, 8:18 am, November 3, 2023. Photo by author.


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