The Beginning:

An old man has to swerve on his bicycle to avoid a pair of Orthodox Jews.

Or does he?

Dear Diary,

Braided deer womb cavern cabin breath breathes breadthlike fingerweb stillcast like nighttoe dripping under shallow reflector-moon.

Anti-Life

Man is born with an intense desire not to be himself...at least most of the time. This is the burden of our capacity for endless projection into endless possibilities.

Quaker Oats

Quaker oat maker
Dispenser of soap
I worry all day
That I have been framed