Let me say that things are strange, I am a strange man in a strange world. I am barely here, A Wraith Seen only in reflection Moving in shadows Seldom acknowledged Yet sentient. Are you there? Can you hear me? My invisible form wishes to be seen. My existence justified only by function. "Love me... Like me... Hear me..." I say without sound. How can I manifest in this world?
a flat white cools far too quickly for prolonged enjoyment steaming the window above the table where it rests next to it my latest trial of literature at times lengthy of word ponderous but probing while others lesser in page number though not in meaning brief yet pointed but always formidable enough in name or title to impress a wandering eye