Orb

by Gary Tarulli

“could no longer find romance in squandering seven months cooped up in a tin can hurtling through the abyss while being forced to consume recycled human waste products.”

I hesitated to volunteer an opinion, for when an idea receives a voice it gains a life, one it might not deserve.

“Wisdom is often misconstrued as madness,”

I wondered aloud if our personalities (Melhaus the best example) drive our perception of the reality more than facts and that reality and truth (so-called) only meet accidentally and not with great frequency.

“Without a doubt, he’s insane.” “Not from his perspective, the egocentric universe he’s created for himself.”

He wants to split one open like it’s an egg. Like it’s, it’s some kind of giant fucking piñata!”

“Don’t believe in the devil.” “Don’t need to,” Thompson said, drawing my attention to the bow. “He believes in us.”