Riffs

I can’t think. Every day finds me standing in one room or another, asking any human or animal within the range of my voice important existential questions: Why am I here? What was I thinking? Why am I holding this spoon? Usually I do manage to sort that out (someone once told me that if you go back through the doorway you just came through, it helps you remember what you came for, and it absolutely works although I do […]