Maneuver Paradox

When you see me talking to myself, it doesn’t mean I am crazy, it means you are blind and have no idea about the multitude of ghosts following me either on foot or weightless bicycles made of metal bent into a circle of sun beams. I wave to them. Fantastic weather, guys! Yes, sir! Sonoma […]

Two Blocks From The Plaza

Immortality is a bummer for a genius. It lasts too long and it’s very noisy. It’s hard to rest in peace when millions praise you day and night, on full volume. Not shabby, Herr Mozart! Bravo, Cervantes! Monsieur Renoir, your painted ladies are so voluptuous, I gave up on the real ones! Even Shakespeare — […]