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BazookaFish waded through the water, etc. One day I was walking along the marsh and I see BazookaFish and I look at him and smile. He is long, shaped like a bazooka with fins and he has a tube of water going through him. I ask him how do you like being hollow. He can't answer, he's a fish. But the look in his fins (he doesn't have eyes) implies that it is not up to me to deny the existence of the world and that it is forced upon me regardless of whether I choose to accept it or not but then the light shifts and I see that BazookaFish really does have eyes like a blind catfish - black beads under films of skin (I don't mean like Hannibal or Babel, I mean thin membranes) and I see that he really does agree with what I've said all along; that nothing is real etc. But BazookaFish is sagely but also busy and so I send him on his way. I say swim quiet, we all know you're blind, but we don't all know you have eyes.

I keep walking down the marsh, my feet are enormous marshmallows or rather the ground is. My feet are hammers writing love letters to Annabelle in the mud with each step. Hunched, hand in pants, mist, leafless trees, long pants, thick coat, dark blue sky and black mud. I'm not blind but I am incapable of smell which is why I come to the peat bog which I'm told reeks. Sometimes I catch strange intuitive odors but it is my mind playing tricks on me, not my nose performing its art. No one follows me here which is good - I'm not a drug dealer but I am a man who generally prefers to be alone. Which isn't to say I am friendless, I have many close acquaintances.

What you think of my personal life means less and less to me.

My mind demands action to move forward the plot of my life. So I kept walking past the log.

I pass frogs and fish (even an enormous lungfish) and I even pass the caw of crows in the distant dark. Mr. Palomar once decided to live the rest of his life as if he were dead. I choose what? a different fate. Maybe I'll live my life as if I was just born.

Instead I keep walking and eventually I leave the marsh. I go to my house, lie down, and have a good sleep on the carpet.