A light green, or perhaps it was blue, cover always signaled a good read.
That was the notebook I wrote in, most days, not everyday. Just when I had something really funny to write.
Like the time the cleric became a scientist and across the street the scientist became a cleric.
Neither was aware of the other’s “moves”.
A sort of dance of dissonance and distortion.
Different, anyway.
I had written I’m