The Demon of Small Things
Knee been stiff, feeling numb & kinda locking, but otherwise still walkable—doesn’t ache like it was doing before the injections.
Was thinking yesterday as to how I shd. get books back to farflung libraries
while I can, for instance Columbia uptown—worrying more about such trivia than
not being able to walk.
Our biggest worries, or mine at least, are the small ‘duties’...
At one point in a dream last night was staying at some kind of mental I think institution—probably the trigger is today’s corona virus spreading like wildfire, quarantining its way—was leaving and at some halfway point found myself in a sorta nature preserve-small park where there were lions lounging about, not to worry, some attendants who were there keeping an eye of me and I guess things told me (did they represent doctors?), the lions are tame & anyway had just been fed, what, what? I wondered...Meanwhile one of these ‘domesticated’ big cats comes sauntering up behind the bench I was sitting on. I did not feel safe. Cut to a street outside where I was due at a (book doubtless) discussion group I had a lot to do with instigating and keeping going, get on a bus, which turns out to be the wrong one or going in the wrong direction, or its route had changed...
Actually I felt more anguish at the thought of standing up the group
than being devoured by lions. Go figure!
Philip Beitchman__
