Affirmation

If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Yes, but why not nothing at all? That too. The puppet maker and his cigar-smoking dummy agree. Something dark’s just run by their window, and the mechanical violin was playing half of a sad lament. The model train yard with its fixed shadows, painted grime on the church steps, and the train going once more around the circuit. That’s all there is, and nothing more.