K hole

Written circa 1993;

After, what felt like at least an hour, in a deep, thoughtful k-hole I looked at my watch, which seemed to say the same time as it had before I’d done the line.

I was sitting there alone, but I spoke out loud, possibly to convince myself that I was really there;

“How can it be 2.57?

It’s not 2.57 all the time…

It can’t be 2.57 all the time.

I refuse to believe that.”

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