Sunday, September 30, 2012


There are ants on my studio wall.  They move feverishly, trying to Get Somewhere.

They run straight up, toward the crown molding - then, stop.  Turn.  Jet across at a 45 degree angle.  Turn back.  Arrive where they began.  Start again.

They must Find It.  Now!  Where is it?  WHERE IS IT?

And it occurs to me: I should show these ants to a confidant who can tell me whether or not they are really there, or if instead my thoughts have have begun to crawl along the wall.

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