10/16/2023 – So, I’m to believe you? Part 1 

So, I’m supposed to believe you?  Not them?  That I was born in the hot, humid south; and not in the land of dry skin and wintertime itch?  That what I feel at the horizons of my mind, a winter dawn, isn’t real – just because you say so?  When I try to focus on that horizon, it mirages; so, do you hear this as affirmation?  The hot, humid south is lazily, uselessly identified by you – where?  Where, exactly?  After all, everyone was born in one-exact-spot, some 500 or so cubic inches where nothing else can be.  Except all of the history, past, trauma, people, family, bio/physio/mental/subconscious history that can be held within the, what, 50 cubic inches of gray matter and the 500 cubic inches of the bio-memory of the infant?  So, I’m to believe you, instead of all of that, of all of them?

How did I come to these questions, you might ask?  Well, naturally, it was the height of summer.  Hot.  Like, hot enough to inspire Cole Porter hot.