Day One
You have arrived, inevitable as hunger. A stranger with a suitcase of mysteries, neatly folded. But we aren’t friends. Yet…
Does it matter if my welcome is cool? Or my star-lit arms opened with fanfare? Will you execute a plan, detailed and deliberate, or will cruel whimsy buffet me? Must I barter with day-long deeds, or stand statue as you rage in illogical fury. Have you been there watching? Noting what I did with the still-warm corpse of last year?
But already, like hunger, you are growling. I must feed you: come in, sit down and we’ll pretend you’re invited.
