suppose

Irritatingly, I still feel a bit queasy, though I'm quite well enough to function and work and eat and so on. Hopefully it'll go down over the weekend. It had better.

Work is going -- well, I'd like to say "very nicely", but I'm afraid that'd jinx it. But I'm enjoying it, and not making too many mistakes on my new role.

Week and a half to go.

Boss handed back Empire of Ivory this morning, and wanted to know when the next one would be out. HAH.

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suppose

suppose
Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

young death sits in a cafe
smiling, a piece of money held between
his thumb and first finger

(i say "will he buy flowers" to you
and "Death is young
life wears velour trousers
life totters, life has a beard" i

say to you who are silent. - "Do you see
Life? he is there and here,
or that, or this
or nothing or an old man 3 thirds
asleep, on his head
flowers, always crying
to nobody something about les
roses les bluets
yes,
will He buy?
Les belles bottes - oh hear
, pas cheres")

and my love slowly answered I think so. But
I think I see someone else

there is a lady, whose name is Afterwards
she is sitting beside young death, is slender;
likes flowers.

-- E. E. Cummings