There’s roads, and there’s roads. And they call. Can’t you hear it? Roads of the earth
and roads of the spirit. The best roads of all are the ones that aren’t certain. One of those is where you’ll find me. Til they drop the big curtain.
Y: "I like your earings...What is it?" (Watching my earings that are made of old tiny lightbulbs)
Me: "It is a lightbulb. If you connect it to electricity it starts lighting."
Y: "Do you have the electricity with you?"
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