please call me no more

Here I am chanting to myself
“please do not call me up to fly on Sunday I wish to lie in bed re-reading Murakami.”
(whose new fictional release I have yet to get my hands on…because it’s yet untranslated)
Also, my bed has me chained in shackles by my ankles and wrists
and just won’t release me, I swear to high heavens it is not by choice.

Impromptu lunch at Loysel’s Toy with some blastards in a while
I still find the title of the place fascinating.
What in the world inspired such a name?
Guess I’ll find out in a bit.

Published by VIKTORIA JEAN

"Do you see the story? Do you see anything?... It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone." Marlow in Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad.

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