Flash fiction at The Saturnalian

This is how the American condition was manifested: I answered the phone once when I was kid. The conversation was short but I knew it was Woody Allen. The voice said

"Michael is the man and I am the plan."

"That doesn't mean anything to me, Woody," I said.

"Good, get used to it "

In the beginning everything was the Future. We were all so young and most of our lives were still unlived. Not even half of something had happened. And everything that would happen was terrible because no one knew exactly what it was. No one had come up with a way to say bird or stream. Everyone just wanted to go to bed already.

In six years when I am living on a sailboat

The one that came in dream

While working a menial job and thinking:

The Will Is The Voice of The Body --

I will decide to make everything

Dark in the room where I sleep

And follow the same impulse I felt

Last night: Nobody Look At Me

Then I will hide my body with sheets

And think about the Future