
The doors appear to be shut. There are no other openings. The air is gray, so is everything else. I find that when I do a cartwheel, some color falls out of me, resting on the gray background like faint multi-colored little midnight stars against one side of the universe. I did one, you know.. just one.. about half an hour ago, and remembered doing it on the covered walk with the street paintings. That was three years ago. I remembered the other boy who saw me, who grinned, face-down. The cartwheel happens when I catch myself happening and a cartwheel has always been a good thing. It's been a long time since I did one. It's 2:50 in the morning. I will sleep knowing a cartwheel was done. Super Perfundo on the early eve of your day.