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What if these ghosts

are more than the real living more.

Pearlescent and glowy, ethereal and song worthy

so much more than the vapid pudding fleshy creatures that come out at noon

to haunt us with mundane converstaions on the weather or on television

those individuals who trap you in conversations

where no matter how much you step back from them

they step forward into your nostril vacinity

to assault you with their faint scent of stale cheese.

What if their ghost and memory is more interesting.

More distilled and curious and fascinating than the “real mccoy”.

And maybe Mccoy was just a schlep that someone told a nice story about in the aftermath.

What if that’s the better thing than the real thing?
The wishing thing.  The fantastical thing. The mystery thing.

The thing that you acknowledge is better than the true thing.

What then?

Do you sit in your chair and sip tea with the ghost?

Because really, you know that experience might be more sublime and significant than what others might call “real”.

“Real” really isn’t very valuable under those circumstances.

In the category of “Stuff Asian American folks would like”

I present the video clip Katch.   Or as I call it, “Hello Kitty Voltron of Death Cuteness and Clay“

It’s 3:22 AM at the start of this blog post and so I’ll start there.

And because scotch is on my tongue and sleep is an elusive tease right now, I may rant

with a cadence

that wants to be poetry

but falters and trips

like the stumbles of truth against silence.

Time.

Time.

Time.

Tic.

And

Then

Eventually

Toc.

As if it is both infinite and closing in on me.

Expectant and weighty.

How much should be done by now and how much can’t.

So why start anything at all.

And sit and listen to time.

Be its captive.

Be its slave.

Be its despondent fool.

Be its prey.

And wonder how did I come to this?

Feeling both incredibly old and weary with this young face still.

With hope for a far off future

and cement shoes holding you in the singular moment

that drags you ever so slowly down

until you drown

in this ocean of time

that you cannot breathe through.

Via a facebook ap, I’ve discovered this fabulous foodie blog called Kitchen Wench

Just loads and loads of international and KOREAN food PRON and recipes.

Hurray!