Confetti I'm trying to turn darkness to confetti. Need to find the scissors because it's hard to tear darkness apart by hand. In the drawer where the scissors are supposed to be Only find a stapler, three Bic pens, a number two pencil, and some stamps. They’re pretty cool stamps though, a celebration of red, white and blue fireworks. Reminds me of a Fourth of July when I had my first real kiss. Tongues and saliva and Pop Rocks bursting through my veins. Tiny memories, enough of them and it would melt the darkness - But not into confetti. It is just not enough to eliminate the darkness, I need the “I’m a six-year old blowing out candles and doing the watusi for my Dad holding the movie camera” that confetti brings. Maybe I can find a knife instead. It’s taken a full winter of cold, snow, politics and social distancing to create this gloom but with enough anger and a knife - slicing darkness into tiny pieces of confetti should take no time. That is the beauty of tiny pieces, they do not need any justification, no unbending faith, no golden idols that know the way, no narcissistic egotism of always having to be right, no solid rock-hard paradigms like the earth is flat. Found the knife! It was underneath the stamps. I’m looking forward to cleaning up the mess.