Leitmotif and Preference
Midriff Manny says the leitmotif here is the man on the roof watching the spires melt across town. These aren’t aliens, these are hair replacement salesmen. The starlight from another millennia so many thousand of light years away is making you look jaundiced, especially in the three way mirror. Are you a jackal, or the son of a jackal? I am an Ethiopian volcano the stuff inside my caldera roils, but I always wished I were Patagonian, snow covered, and aloof. I prefer alpacas and their downy mildew. I also sing in higher registers and registered for the selective service when I was 18 (at my local post office).
“Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it.”
— Mary Oliver / “Sometimes”