Look Ma, No Mind

LOOK MA, NO MIND 18 August 2001 , There's a red stringy thing hanging from the top shelf of the bookcase behind me. , Confidentially, I think it's my mind. You, of course, may call it a bookmark ... but I know it's my mind. , It must be. I lost it in this very room ...and it isn't anywhere else ... Can you see it anywhere? , I don't know how to insert it again but perhaps it doesn't matter. Who would know? There's a kinda numbness where it was that is better than the consuming pain. , I sorta prefer not having it. I think I'll leave it where it is ... hanging like a shrivelled string from the topmost bookshelf...