I'm sipping on a couch-boat in
Van Gogh-painted water.
Bill Evans is dueting his blue-kind
keys with my jolly time ticker.
When my eyes are shut, I think two-dimensional.
I think onomatopoeic.
Afterall, my generation combines words like
"emotion" and "icon". My generation puts
society on a screen...
Ah, but I suppose the
next will convert the universe into binary,
and leave me behind
with my coffee, and jazz.