the_familiarity_of_a_foreign_world fyn gula visiting anna marie is ike going to europe, leaving the states behind for a brief interlude, allowing the exotic fragrance of incense to welcome the traveler, not only upstairs, but up to the familiarity of a foreign world, past the photographs of a thousand faces from ireland to kasmir, the unknown made suddenly touchable, the faraway made close. cats we have seen walk in places we never saw before and rub our legs as if it's the first time while we sit in chairs like invited royalty. our conversation becomes music, a soundtrack we have always heard playing, a subconscious aria sung by the river. bicycles propped up against the basement wall beside the childhood drawing of a lion. a praying mantis leaping, coffee flying, and a story of a thousand exact replicas birthed in the heat of a winter's room. newspaper clippings showing attraction from afar, wrapping for a gift we would open soon. 010205 ... god a loud cackling buzz from the high-tension wires overhead as conversation volume increases to lawnmower level. black teeth in the thoughts of the demon in your sunlight. paper dissolves and gravity fails. electricity ceases to exist. 010206 ... thaddeus moonbeam cheer up, god. buy a goddamned beach boys album or something. 010206 ... god beachboys fan i'm listening to "caroline, no" as i type 010206 what's it to you? who go blather from