As it goes.

As it goes, so should a path be followed. And then there really is no question, assuming one is following the path. But if questions persist? Then maybe these are questions of whether some other path should be followed, or whether any path should be followed at all, or other questions. That said, things remain as they are and no more is known, the answer not having been in response to any question.

And more on tea.

Recently craving the tea of the fictional past.

We are reading Ulysses. That is, I am now on p. 12. We'll see where this goes.

Dedalus, Haines, and Mulligan have just drank some very strong tea. Now I want to try it also.

We tried so

many varieties of tea. And still, black tea is best. The exotic fails. Same as when we wanted to buy strange meats (snake, alligator, etc) and the butcher told us to forget it and just get beef. "You can't beat it."

And you can't.

I can't

get myself to write it, so here is the synopsis:

A market with neon signs marking the stalls (sort of based on the marked in Seattle). A person
(nondescript/average) visits, and then revisits and revists, etc., giving up more of regular life, until finally spending all of his days at the market (maybe sleeping there too), somehow transfixed by the neon signs. The addictive power of those particular neon signs.

Like a sock

filled with coins.