Here. Here are my tricks. Here are the seams. Here are the
things I should be hiding. I’m trying to show off. Look at all these things. I
have thousands of them, I have so many I don’t know what to do with them. I
think they are all great. I don’t think they are all great. But I like a number
of them. They tickle me. I hope they tickle you.
Yes. It’s kind of a gimmick. Yes. It’s kind of an exercise.
But it’s one that happened to me. I just started writing. But just the
beginnings. And I thought they were great. Like that guy on a lonely stretch of
road that can’t help but make sculptures of rabbits out of beer bottle caps.
What else was he going to do with them? Throw them out. No. We’re going to make
something in the secret place. And we want other people to see them. What can
we offer but goggles with ways to see the world. And who wouldn’t want to try
on the boots of the guy who makes yard art, or starts a bunch of stories he
doesn’t finish, because he likes the gesture of an ellipsis.
