An old verse I found from 12/19/2006:
I sit down at a computer at a time when I should be writing my thesis.
I’m at Little’s Market, my place of employment in the ‘real world’.
I call it just that because of my proximity to real people, and
because I have to pay and keep track of my taxes.
I decide to close my eyes, and even finish typing this sentence
in the dark. . . . I throw my ear into the air and all falls quiet.
The bells on the doors only jingle when someone walks through them.
And so I’m alone, but you already knew that.