The moon rises up in the sky and pulls our fragmented thoughts together in a collage that makes it difficult to make distinctions between one thing and the other. For example, today I lost my cell phone. Now I have always commented on how back in the day pay phones worked o.k. If we needed to make a call, we found a phone and dropped a dime. Life was good in those days. But today however, I had thoughts going through my head. Things like, " What if something happens?" or " What if I miss something and someone tries to find me and they worry that I do not answer; suspecting foul play and unusual circumstances?" So, I worried for hours about having to go down to the place and do the thing and pay for another fucking phone. Ironically, mother called and I heard the phone making that awful noise in the other room. The cell was found and I could rest myself. I checked my messages and nobody called. I really believe there is a direct correlation between the moon and common sense. Maybe the gravitational pull acts like an adhesive making everything rise and fall together. Maybe that circumstance is all inclusive. There is something about this place, this planet, that works us over in ways that we are not privy to.