I live in an era in which
people take photographs of
puddles. Do you realize how
sensitive and profound is my
era? And what have I done
for it? How, Muse of
Dialectical Abruptions, have
I come to not catalogue it?
Depressed llamas court all over the plain.
You and I shop for jeans, while
Mila, our bronzed compatriot,
Traces the footsteps
{Con't.}