Delayed flight home, unavoidable ride through the dead of night in a posh “airport limo,” cancelled this morning’s class. In the doctor’s office waiting to refill my meds, I see a computer terminal mounted on a five-legged caster assembly. It looks like a crab, could start crawling around the linoleum like a jolly five-legged crab, and that’s the desideratum: to keep on turning casters into crabs without a lot of bullshit getting in the way. Homo ludens seeks patron.
What is IN those pills you're taking?
You know, sugar and spice. Hyle.