His approach to time remains a stretch for me. Intellectually I get it… time… always Now…but how can one live like that …always in the present…How could you make plans or schedules ?!!
What a character: sensitive, curious, alert, intelligent, persistent, invisible…and… likeable. After a few brief encounters, barely having scratched the surface , I already felt like I knew him in a friendly sort of way
“You like?”
Startled, I turned, and found myself being offered a triple chocolate Dove bar…it had begun to soften, but was still quite manageable …
“Edygrandslowallchurnednaturallightfrenchsilk too much wet!” he declared, “love Dove…I burrow” (again I was afraid to ask where)…He commented, while watching intently as I unwrapped my treat…”Not eat skin? Huh!”
As I explained further, that the “bone” made a good handle, he burped, then, ripping and tearing, dispatched several, reluctant to not eat the “bone” as well. As he tossed the papers I noticed that there appeared to be a wad of a well-chewed “skin” at his three-toed feet. Although I couldn’t help smiling, I felt some anxiety creeping in…I was becoming impatient with the sit-com aspect of his brief appearances. Opportunities for serious exchanges to educate each other about what had suddenly become, at least for me, a different sort of universe, were precious. Time might be Now, but it felt like it was slipping away. How many more opportunities could there, would there, be? I shared my concern as he licked his fingers (three, and an opposable thumb, like in cartoons). His response was a burp once more, and then, “Meet wife? Meet you wife, Now.”
“I…she…,” I hesitated, as he began to dissolve…
“Now…”
“See you,” I whispered…
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