On a bench in Central Park I ponder

[Aristotelis Orginos]

If the Dutch had not sailed here five centuries ago, maybe I would be a Florentine painter. If these streets had not been paved and this city had not been erected, maybe I would be a Parisian businessman. If God hadn’t breathed me into being with ephemeral desire, if he hadn’t cast me, like Adam, from his graces, if he hadn’t set my clock in motion only to go live where time did not matter, then maybe I would be a London auctioneer. But I am here now where pigeons look on in gentle indifference and the clay figures I could have been if God had made it so look on in perturbed scorn. I am here now in the shadows of the colossus I will never scale and in the shadow of giants upon whose shoulders I will never stand. So I will turn to the pigeons resting on this bleak ground and throw the last piece of my Wonder away at them so they may feast.

[Edward Dean]

Well done A.O.

Luv'd the traveling thoughts.

[Diana E. Backhouse]

A great debut 6S, AO.