is fraught with issues, I scope out shops with small
queues. A
bakery/coffee shop near my house sells sublime olivey-cheesy twists. Windows too fogged up to see
inside, I have to open the door to check the territory; two masked women clearly waiting their turn, to the side a man, his queuing status unclear. My specs as fogged as the windows I ask him if he's queuing - no response, the man is not
wearing a mask but does have headphones, he stands, swaying, mute and I realise that he must have teleported his mind to another planet.
The Guest of Emperors and Boarding House Keepers: A long-lost obituary of
Mark Twain
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Adele Gleason in Lapham’s Quarterly: 1910: Lahore As I knew him in the many
summers he lived on estates joining ours in Elmira, N.Y., U.S.A., his
wife’s bi...
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We are all teleporting our minds to another planet! But I do it with a mask on.
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Happy New Year Scarlet, may we be able to bring our minds back to earth safely soon xxx
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