Flashes of Panic

Usually they arrive while I am standing in front of a locker, dripping. I would keep notebooks in lockers, but (a) they’d be perpetually damp, and (b) when would I get ideas from the notebooks? Doubtless I’d wind up leaving the notebooks there.

Alternately, while I am driving and have both hands occupied. I’ve considered voice recordings, but I can’t stand listening to recordings of myself. Ten-plus years ago my band made an album (cassette, actually) and I can barely stand listening to that.

I think I should be happy and flattered that the cat, who is quite capable of amusing himself, would rather play with me. Or at least, he’d rather I play with him than type.