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It was a large house with a basement and an attic that was filled to the brim with artifacts. One day a piece of paper with five numbers on it was found being used as a bookmark. The book was old, red, and it seemed homemade. It was in good shape; hardly opened except for one page. Page 51 was about the decline of a great nation back in such and such ending with the demise of an entire way of life. This of course stemming, according to the previous 12 pages, from an evening where a conversation took place between 4 people over drinks in one of those hideaway restaurants in Manhattan back in the year 1962. The one who found this book has refused to tell his story--until now. That house was not just a house, it was a marker that served a specific purpose. Within its walls contained the plans for such and such to occur all the way up to .... No longer fascinated with the book, the one who found it put it in the nearest library. Unknown to this person, the book was placed in its proper place just as it was supposed to be.

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.