Friday, May 24, 2019

Some Other World


Alexander Graham Bell carried his invention

with him wherever he went. And he made a

grand point of stopping on the boulevard every

so often to talk into it. His loud words would

trail off in crowds, into served meals getting

cold; his laugh would bray as he carried on

with his monologue. He seemed oblivious to

the glances around him as if he was half mad,

in contact with some other world.

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