Postlogue

Ron:	So this Newfields guy – how did he pass away?
Linda:	Does it matter? People die of innumerable causes. To me what matters is that some of his poems live.
Ron:	I dunno. I hate it when people preach. Some of these works are pretty preachy.
Lex:	If so, the author was preaching to himself. Isn't that the only audience we can be certain of?
Tim:	In a strange way, we become what we write. Writing is a form of time traveling.
Linda:	Did you hear something?
Lex:	It may not make sense, but yeah.
Lis:	Anyway, relax and don't worry about understanding. Our notions of whether or not things are sensible doesn't matter.
Ron:	Yeap, dat almust mucks ahh weird sense. Normality iz a myth.