The End of the Road


I sit down at that precise moment because I understand it’s the right thing to do.
Then I get up and go for a walk in the snow. I can’t see the end of the road. So I sit down
because again it is the right thing to do.
So I go to the shopping mall to buy some walking shoes. So I can walk in comfort.
And the place is very very busy. So I sit down.
So while I’m sitting there I think about where I am going to go walking and before
you know it, I’m there. Walking. And my feet begin to feel like maybe they’re going to be
developing some blisters. So I sit down. So I can see if I have any blisters.
And I don’t. Have any blisters. So I go back to the mall to buy some shoes. But the
mall is closed. So I break in and buy some shoes. I leave the money on the counter.
Because it’s the right thing to do. So then I sit down.
I don’t have any blisters and I’m not going to get any either. My feet are
comfortable at this moment. My feet are inordinately comfortable at this moment. My
feet do not understand what is going to happen. But I do and I sit down some more.
I still can’t see the end of the road. So it’s a good thing I have new shoes. So I can
get up and follow the path meant for walking.
And so that I may sit down some more. Because the end of the road is not going to
make itself available to me so easily just because I‘m looking for it. That is what I have
learned from the sun as it leaves me yet again and that is what I will say to the moon’s
shepherds when I find them.

Fiction. Modern Abstract Fables.

(First edition, hardcover with dustjacket, 524 pages, $36.50 USD.)

Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days draws from fairy tales, a condescending of a 1938 Social Studies reader for 6th grade, an 1890 handbook on marital compatibility, numerous annoying educational advancement studies, the myths and legends of third-world countries and minority peoples, pulp fiction, a history of carnival side shows, folktales, frequent conversations with Crows, Owls and a wide variety of underground inhabitants, insects and the people who collect them, Joseph Cornell, Günter Eich, Russell Edson, the French Surrealist poets, the Quay Brothers, letterpress printing, and the author’s inability to channel his imagination linearly.

Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.