Sitting in front of an unopened shop in Shazhou market. The cold stairs gives some salve to my buttocks’ spasming muscles. I think of Pluto. Maybe I’m from Pluto.   Scraping its foil between my teeth, I savour last of the choco-pies (original) I found earlier. Maybe declaring it a non-planet cut its transmissions to earth? What if they are still looking for me?   … Continue reading 3/24