I want the distant you. The manic you. Because isn't it part of you as a person?
I want you as a person. A friend. Deep into the future. As if I'm Dorothy & I collect wild & wacky people on my life's journey.
I think of you in Ethopia. Of the Old Man Down the Hall. And the Kid. And you in the middle.
And you in that jail cell. Like Nelson Mandela.
And in the closet. And fighting the dragons. And wandering around the Pond. Every week a story. Because you collect stories every week. And that is the only way you can interpret a life that exists in so many dimensions.
