(fallen london stamps by reluctantly I tear myself away from my reading, as I am near death. I walk all the way home from the University, bleeding and limping and cursing, and dunk myself through my mirror. I roll around and around in the grass as my revolutionary leader-on-hiatus friend loiters nearby, peeling oranges and occasionally giving me advice. eventually all of my wounds turn into figs. I offer her some. she declines politely. I dunk myself back through the mirror and into my lab, scaring the fuck out of my students. I return to my reading.
