Within scaffolds of clouds, my dear, you will find the waxing moon. Richard Brautigan once wrote: “The moon is Hamlet on a motorcycle coming down a dark road.” That’s not the right image for us. Sometimes, Brautigan tended to carry his metaphors not just one, but two bridges beyond where most of us are willing to go. And, yes, I did just explain that with my own metaphor.
Tonight, my dear, the moon is
delicious.
There, we have crossed just one
bridge.
—Mitchell Hegman
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