The choices were there from the beginning: artist, writer, fireman, sanitation worker or space cadet. The author pictured with Alexander Hirka Sr.

Looking Glass Archeology

Six Snapshots in Search of An Author

“Memory is fiction!” — Zena Kōan

ONE — Birth

“It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours.”
― Diogenes of Sinope

Make note of that facial expression!
Stardust—with consciousness.

That confused, questioning look on this relatively new arrival to the planet is, I suspect, the same mug he will bring to the exit doorway at the other end of his life journey.
Hold still for the camera.

For this creature the panorama will just get wider and wider over time. A reserved grandstand seat at the circus— always surrounded by daredevils and clowns. Right before his eyes, repeatedly and thoroughly, the non will assert itself before sense.

A poet once wrote:
Behind us: nothing; we come in through a door.
The game is very much already in progress.

Perhaps it is thus.
As each of us arrives to join this game, this cabaret, we get to grab…