So What Else Is New?

And so you woke and wondered and were afraid last night alone pitched into considerations of who and if and if there is a home any are quiet in.

“It is sincerely to be hoped that these childish recycles of worry won’t be repeated often.”

The windows are tin. There has been no rain in Tokyo for 57 days. The city, you are told, is like a tinder box.

You fool romantics dwell on painful, passionate ends.