He saw Mars but he felt Neptune,
\nhe had hoped to feel a certain strong emotion but this is all they had to say:
\n“I was the son of a man, and so we came together and we shook hands.”
\n“We shook hands.”
\nHe often wondered what a million people would look like scattered randomly
\nacross a moonless sky, and how unlikely it would be that they would all just say the
\nobvious thing:
\n“You may call me brother now.”
\n“Yes, brother, I know.”<\/p>\n
He is forty two,
\nfive-feet-eight-inches tall,
\nnormally wears his curly hair long.
\nHe has a ruddy complexion, broad shoulders and is barrel-chested,
\nis unusually strong.
\nHe frequently wears a full beard and sometimes glasses.
\nHe is a college graduate, a talented artist, and sculptor.
\nNow, Maps is a soft-spoken loner, who resents society and all organizations.
\nMaps fancies himself a ladies’ man.
\nHe is an avid chess player, smokes cigarettes, and a pipe.
\nHe is a beer drinker and loves to eat.
\nMaps is a man of widespread interests, who might very well be living abroad.<\/p>\n
He felt lost but he felt pretty intensely good,
\nand he woke up screaming having dreamed of a color he had never seen before:
\n“I went to bed and to sleep, it was so unexpected, it really was frightening, and I saw
\npretty much
\nthe same thing embedded in my pillow.”
\nHe had no trouble recognizing patterns in the most delicate arrays of tangled lines,
\nbut he had a strange fixation on partaking in nefarious things:
\n“Stealing, lying, cheating, gambling, fornicate…”<\/p>\n
He saw red, but he thought five.
\nHe was pleased to find his road trip was enhanced by number-color synesthesia:
\n“My trusty Rosinante bounds along the road very well, leaving the friendly aroma of donuts and
\nchicken tenders hanging in the desert air.”<\/p>\n
He willed away the miles while quixotically attempting to reclaim his inner child,
\nhe was embrangled and enmeshed in something far too loud to comprehend:
\n“I want all of the American people to understand that it is
\nunderstandable that the American
\npeople cannot possibly understand.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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