They say more time, edit, again, later... as if it matters, anything matters. Who cares. I'll toss the pages in the air and the words will disappear as if they never were, and who would know the difference. And does it even matter?

Buzzing my head, the fly taunts. STOP!

Nasty insects.

None of it really matters.
Do I even have a say?
What is that smell?

Leave me alone.








Walter? Have you seen Walter? You must be Walter...