“I see you’re looking for something out in the bay.
“Well, so am I.”
“Pray tell what? A rock? That’s long gone. To get that kind of rock you’ll have to go to classic rock on the Morro Rock station. Run by Carolin. You know Carolin.”
“No.”
“Oh sure you do. Last photo-novel.”
“H-how–”
“Do I know? Because I’m *you*.”
—–
“Let me demonstrate (follow me).
“Middle again… that’s me — you — again. Just a head at first as the other me passes out of the scene.
“Then full on, another smoker. Smoking good looks wouldn’t you agree?
“And then, coming up behind me again, I pass the monks…
“… and come straight up beside yet another me. ‘You!’ I say. Exclamation point.
“I thank you for finishing my art in the park. I — we — can move on.”
(to be continued)
Sunklands 