as i walked out one midwinter day¹
Today, in Chester, a man who knew me, but me not him, a comedian – who laughs at, never with, and so therefore said he considered himself a philosopher – approached me. I was minding my own business. He wasn’t, his. I told him about my ideas, and he smiled – as I said – not with me, but at. He is of the same … Continue reading as i walked out one midwinter day¹