Behind us: nothing; we come in through a door.
The game is very much already in progress.
We haven’t heard of Galileo yet — so we think we are the center.
We are dealt a hand.
Off we go with our notebooks trying to make sense.
We hear stories.
Writer, visual artist, philosopher, autodidact, curmudgeon. More than half of what i do is make believe. https://alexanderhirka.nyc