Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.

Reality is a sound, you have to tune in to it not just keep yelling.

Then a miracle occurred in the form of a plate of sandwiches. Geryon took three and buried his mouth in a delicious block of white bread filled with tomatoes and butter and salt. He thought about how delicious it was, how he liked slippery foods, how slipperiness can be of different kinds. I am a philosopher of sandwiches, he decided. Things good on the inside.

Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.

You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.

I am a drop of gold he would say I am molten matter returned from the core of earth to tell you interior things-

Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me. Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.