Blindly on

It's early in the morning and I haven't woken up yet enough to boil the kettle any more, so I'm drinking tea and writing stories...

Someone told me there were monkeys around to be sold for the poor to become blind.

How does that one go?

It goes by returning to the same thing all the time.

You must sign out of here soon, or go crazy, said the washout and safety department, slashing their paper dummies into shreds, and looking blindly on.

Okay, this is how we do it this time of day, said the counter store: take a deep breath, count to ten, and relax.

What’s counting to ten got to do with it?

It’s an innovation of such ingenuity it will turn your life around.

I’m asking questions about it, you know.

Well, let me guarantee you this then, if you carry on, you’ll go blind in the left ear.

Ha; I’ve been blind there since forever.

That explains it then.

No, it does not explain it; but neither does it have any side effects.

What does this mean?

It means, we have gone past midnight again and now we’re locked out.

Startled to our senses this way suddenly, we must look up and see the moon swimming away with the rabbit-hole we wanted to go down forever.

Yes, and the very next day I turned to Jesus, and grew my beard ever longer; and took out the rings from my ear too, and placed them where I could never reach them anymore.

It was around all this that the main actress didn’t know what she was doing beyond this revelation. So she went shopping for all her favourite clothes in the haberdasheries where she couldn’t be found until all the money was spent.

The movie kept on running without her though; yes, blindly on; and on it ran into the future with me running behind it until...

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