AUTHOR.CALHO: If I didn't write it, I would be hitch hiking cross country to Maine and then Alaska in that order. While taking frequent breaks to spread leaflets. And sit in diners. And write on things because I wasn't at a computer. I may still do that in a few years. Writing this also helps me forget about and better understand the limitations of being human, and keeps me busy enough to allow me no free time to burn the world down.

THEMATIC.ABOUT : Collapse often. The things that hold people together and hold them apart and scatter brains. The things that make thoughts go boom. The things that ooh and aah and [expletive deleted]. Sometimes poking around the margins where responsibility ends and the only one to look to is the Original Equipment Manufacturer and say "but, I already pressed 9 for more options and the menus are exactly the same. Can you just replace it?" The answer will be: "please hold." Sometimes hanging out in dark corners. Sometimes following the train tracks. Looking for ways out and ways in and all the while sharing the things seen and heard and done and drawn and written and scorched and healed and teased and caged and dreamed along the way.

12/17/16

Dear (_____)

Dear Sugar Cubes,

Is the sole purpose of your existence to be a reasonable portion and unit of measure for sugar?  Were people getting that crazy, that messed up, getting that wild, with their intake that some caste of higher society decided that the only way to separate themselves from the gentry and the animals was to show that they only took their sugar in cubes?  I mean, how ridiculous were those swinging days of loose sugar?  Were there news reports: "another five dead at a suspected coffee and sugar orgy in the suburbs of East London today."  I mean, how exactly did you come to be, oh innocent sugar cube.

Curiously yours,

a tea lover
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