2006-02-23 - 3:17 a.m.
Gateway computers, each utter alone. A child says "The other day..." Walking empty aisles, searching for zinc lozenges, sippy cups and punch-in cards for my wife to bring. Stunning images and for rent ads in the back of the latest magazines. Paint dripping down the pencil holder that is now a vase. Chimes at the next store, always at the next store. Driving into the country, the smell coming from the Kellogs factory in the middle of a fresh field where the Magi keep their empty hands.
