Compendium (return)


Here, you will find – exclusively – my humble compendium of letters. These are the correspondence I have maintained with my family. I submit them to your review for reasons I do not understand.

Forgive such musings as here follow. They are merely awkward attempts to understand a reality which eludes language. And, now they are yours.

5.09.2007

My Child Comma

My Child,

Today, I was on my way to a coffeeshop when I saw a giant chicken dancing and waving a sign by the side of a road. The coffeeshop I was going to was across the street from the chicken, so I got a good look at the bird. The chicken was holding a sign for a hair salon. I wondered at the absurdity of it.

After ordering a massive cup of Beaners Michigan Cherry, I inquired of the barista on his thoughts about poultry and haircuts and the absurdity of it all. He just shrugged and gave me my change.

My child, your mother and I are bringing you into this world - the only world I have ever known. It is a small, strange world. Here, people in chicken suits advertise haircuts. Here, overqualified baristas shrug at the surreal.

And I wait to welcome you into this world - the only world I have ever known.

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