Scene 17

Oh If only

If only I could trick somebody into thinking that my characters were fictional

like you do.

I do not listen to “roots music”

But I am now unable to form emotional bonds to new music just like the neuroscientist who used to know my wife insisted I would.

Therefore I only listen to music that is firmly rooted. There is no pleasure of discovery and certainly no enlightenment though I swear I have disciplined myself in remaining open minded.

I could kill him for pointing it out like I could smash the things in which I can no longer detect beauty.

I can learn to identify which plants may be edible

We can shutup about poets and “get a real job.”

Or maybe get a tan and take a nap.