Random thoughts fill my brains these days. Here are some icy scoops:

Rather quiet thirty five thousand feet in the air. The brain cools down after sizzling the whole day. Late evening crawls in and curls up under the sun.

They’re taking over the world. They start out in victory processions, grabbing people from the crowd until the parade swells down the streets. Who are they? They are who will rule the world one day. Bow to their eminence. They are not you, at least, not the you in the sense you’re thinking. They are not your family and certainly not your friends. They are different from you and therefore you should fear them. But you need also to respect them, because they are your rulers. Learn to live with it, or don’t. There are no options. Death awaits those who rebel. Change is death. Learn to live with these crazy thoughts. I have. I have for many years.

I speak nothing. I don’t understand why I bother. I wish I knew things other people know. I don’t know things. I barely know how to babble, and I’m interested in the non-babbling. I sit and write and nothing comes out. Nothing is written and nothing is fixed. The world we live in is still bad. What, she asks.

I raised the moon in the sky and pulled the string to lower it. The moon’s face smiled at my impertinence. I laughed and lowered the moon until it hung in the center of the window. If only all heavenly bodies obeyed my whims.