And unfortunately, that always sounds like the perfect place
to stop, but I have a new manuscript, a brand
new manuscript, and I'm going to read something
called Dark Matter.
So since I go kind of in chronological order,
now, I have to do this one, dark, it's from Dark Matter.
Around, time is pleased to draw itself out,
permit itself pendulous loops to allow them
meaning, this meaning as it goes along.
Chuck and I are pleased to have found a spot where
my ashes can be scattered.
It looks like a construction site now,
but it's adjacent to a breathtaking rocky coast.
Chuck sees places where he might snorkel.
We're being shown through by a sort of realtor.
We're interested but can't get her to fix the price.
The future is all around us.
It's a place, any place where we don't exist.