i got a souped up car

[aslant]

on the path train into the city jh turns to me and says, you know that every time significant things happen, how a multitude of other we spin off into alternate parallels. and somewhere you did or didn't do this or that and ended up there instead of here, or with soandso instead of soandso. she asks me, do you ever think about that?

oh )said i) the infinite others of me,

[somewhere i am in seattle, or portland, or even others are in florence or london or paris or or or; somewhere i fell in love with somebody; somewhere i mistook my life for my own and followed it like a sinking star]

yes, i answered her.

all the time.

current music: and what you call tripping
current mood: on a boom box pedamological