& bill cobbled together
a foundry. we poured
aluminum in the rain. miraculously, nothing
exploded. afterwards, heike & justin came over to ask me
questions about mystic experiences and
the brain. it's all the same, i maintained. you don't need a machine--all
you have to do is breathe.
after that, i cuddled w/ a cup of chai at a sidewalk cafe. julia,
a wanderer who calls dumpsters "the bum marche," asked me what the star was
for. an answer came without thought: "it's for the light in each of us that
shines through." she smiled at that and walked off.