Time Smokes Laughter It rains like the news, and snows like an advertisement. The sound of ripples and smoke... Things gossip more than people. Caught up in life, we must seize opportunities, grab what we want, and get a job… get a something… we must look through the cracks of the 'now.‘ Even if we can't keep our promise, we must keep the 'flow.‘ The present is an exclamation point. Painting paints on nouns. Once we start living, we want to keep living. It's a drug, more than a drug. Time smokes laughter. Picking Up Time with Tweezers I pick up time with a pair of tweezers. “Just what on earth?” opens its wide eyes in surprise the sky’s shell, watching, and even the clouds begin to stir. No room, no house, no entrance , “now” is a boundary. People, like objects whose names we know yet do not understand, answer “yes, yes” as they resist, scratching the back of the present. What...