Space-Time Continuum.
Every day in New Orleans is a skein of thread that gets unraveled and woven into the tapestry of any given day. A skein of thread, or yarn, as the case may be, measures 360 feet, almost as many feet as there are days in a year. Today is another beautiful New Orleans day. I wish you were here in person. Ah, well. Such is life. I am sure you have things to do. Me? My ears are bent.
Continuum is a fun word to say. Like the name “Daphne,” it provides an unusual conjunction of sounds that are not usually said together. I cannot think of another word that has two “U”s in it. Can you?
I am writing this part of today’s letter to you yesterday. I do not know what I am going to write about today. I am in the past writing an introduction for the future. Would you like to know how I can do this? It is because I live in New Orleans. Every day is the same in the life a flaneur. It makes no never mind what day it is.
Unlike during the pandemic, my routine is no longer steeped with ennui. Things are happening. Finally. Things are happening. It is so interesting where I spend most of my time, in Mid-City New Orleans.
I should ask Jonnae to take my picture. Give the people what they subscribe for.
We are currently in the present. Today is today. Days go by, one gosh-danged day after another, effortlessly drifting into the future.
I am going to put the paywall here. Paid subscribers will effortlessly read about what is going on in New Orleans today. I don’t what it is yet. I make these up as I go along.
Free subscribers, you get what pay for: Pure poetry without the penetrating insights about to follow.
Have a great New Orleans day today, wherever you happen to be. -WK.