by Ivars Balkits
The joke is it’s the last clown to appear who introduces the topic. Let’s go there first and work our way backward as only clowns can do. It has to be the clown talking to himself. How explain the charity of knocking himself silly? Artificial intelligence can explain the hallucinations, but will it? Only the question mark can will it. We must be prepared when that shows itself. Grab it by the ear? Of course, this is all pre-chrysalis. The larval has not yet become skeletal. Its death at the beginning of things is a distraction, because there’s always more to read, more to wonder at. As identity slips into the blind spot, as it must, a fishy smell arises, rather spontaneously, from the confession of the thumb puppet pretending to fix itself.