Tumbolia
"You're acting like you're in a dream," your
friend says, "as if nothing changes, as if
everything has to be just one way forever."
"I don't understand," you say.
"Whoa," he says. "Now, there's a word I haven't
heard for a while."
What word is that, you wonder, as he
starts to laugh manaically.
Yes, Tumbolia, where odd socks and gloves go,
native land of paper clips and hangers that
appear suddenly in desks and closets.
