Eternal Recurrence of the Same

by Howie Good

 

He wouldn’t take off his hat. To live well, he said, you must live unseen. He had a rope around his neck and one leg already over the railing. A passerby happened to notice the bank clock said 11:11.The most mysterious thing is a fact clearly stated. I inquired at the desk. The sun will shine for another six billion years. At least.