as a writer
when a young man sitting on my couch
asked me,
"what do you think of Huxley living up
in the Hollywood hills while you live down
here?"
"I don't think anything about it,"
I told him.
"what do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean, I don't think it has anything
to do with anything."
now the young man who asked me
that question lives up in the hills
and I still live down here
and I still don't think it has anything
to do with
anything.
especially with writing.
but people keep asking foolish
questions,
don't
they?
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