- Vol. 03
- Chapter 05
Closed-mouthed, and what of it on a week day? What’s to be gained, the discomfort that comes from baring teeth or letting a tongue hang out wildly which makes the locals laugh and the less familiar turn their heads away in utter disgust, the saliva and what I’ve been chewing falling this way and that? There’s never much to say that can’t be imagined as worse. Frinstance, it’s hardly Tuesday already, the weekend, thank God, both distant memory and faraway fear when I’m expected to comply with my contract and emit at least one barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world, the children called to attention, their grown-ups flinch but are hardly put in mind of what it’s like wandering town to town, going this way and that. For them and me, it’s the sweet ennui of having come from some place and arriving at another. Though some might call it settling — others unsettling — it’s a modest place, this home.