It’s not something I deliberately do, it’s just something that happens naturally. When numbers present themselves together, within miniature clusters- begging for revision as a whole- adding takes place. Just as Cafe 82 is replaced with Equals Ten in head, 887 became twenty-three, then Simply Five. Equals Ten should really work its way down to Just One- given the workings of this natural thing that just happens, or more the inability to allow numbers to stand side-by-side. Just. But sometimes poetry prevails, ringing a fine tune, whereby numbers turn words, demanding less structural accordance to this natural (compulsive) thing that just happens. Become.
Ticket lady bullied oneself into seat #25. I say bullied because she said ‘can I bully you into this seat?’ , in which I replied ‘yeah‘. I then suggested that her bully was not really considered proper bullying, and she questioned, is it quite possible, that my suggestion of her bully style, actually became a bit of a bully. Bullying her bully?
Laughter and the parting of ways.
The featured seat is not seat #25-nor is it Seat Seven- but rather a velvet lounge in which I left a portion of unbaked clay.
Simply Five deserves two high fives to equal Ten, One. What a show.