Our spoons

Some questions. Is it that certain forms of socialization, concatenations of people, hello You meet You, no longer exist or that I and my fellows are at a remove from them. (Have I placed myself at a purposeful remove). What am I supposed to learn there. Old tweet of, who watches the watchers. Remembering Pigozzi from the papers of my childhood. Passive to everything. Taking it all in. Surely one day I would head to Ibitha…it all seemed familiar and aging I felt, Bah, who needs those games. Though as late as 2022 wondering why has Bob Colacello gone unadopted by the youth, but by the monied ones, yes already lest you forget, and in all other cases perhaps because of evils we’re not privy to. But Zoomers can sense things. Remembering the heroine in Barbara Comyns’ The Juniper Tree. Remembering Marianne, whose song “Morning Sun” I was dispatching to friends as usual in days prior.