Let's pretend we're in Antarctica

Sorry about the lack of posting here. I was just testing you, trying to see who would keep checking even though there was no activity. I need to know that the people who read this are the die-hard fans, those who would never be swayed from their allegiance by a few weeks of blanks.

It was hard to keep up. I feel that I hit a climax and couldn't keep up my pace. I had to relax a little. It was getting tough to go on.

Well, there's another reason too. My sister spilled the beans to my mother a few weeks ago that I was using this site as a dispatch of my thoughts and soon to be travels. So, in order to twart any surveliance by mom, I've had to silence the keyboard for a bit. But I think the air-raid is over, the city is safe again tonight.

So I'll read to you.

Untitled by David Ignatow
I sink back upon the ground, expecting to die. A voice speaks out of my ear, you are not going to die, you are being changed into a zebra. You will have black and white stripes up and down your back and you will love people as you do not now.

That is why you will be changed into a zebra that people will tame and exhibit in a zoo. You will be a favorite among children and you will love the children in return whom you do not love now. Zoo keepers will make a pet of you because of your round sad eyes and musical bray, and you will love your keeper as you do not now.

All is well, then, I tell myself silently, listening to the voice in my ear speak to me of my future. And what will happend to you, voice in my ear, I ask silently, and the answer comes at once: I will be your gentle, musical bray that will help you as a zebra all your days. I will mediate between the world and you, and I will learn to love you as a zebra whom I did not love as a human being.