Further anecdotal evidence for my entirely irrational, albeit highly amusing, affect for feigning belief that I will one day play a part in the invention of a “time travel” device:

Today, while walking, I decided on whim to take an obnoxious pedestrian bridge that I have never taken before, simply because it spans about two hundred feet, has two spirals, is approximately fifty feet high, all to cross one lane of traffic. At the summit of the bridge, between two pillars, a Ranier Maria Rilke book was hidden. When I picked it up, I found a page marked. I turned to it. Underlined was the quote: “…the future enters into us in this way in order to transform itself in us long before it happens…” Underneath this was written: Fellow traveler, the future seeks its child returned!

I feel like I’m being watched on so many different levels.

On a lighter note, there is a new Elk Information Radio Station song, called “This Is The Solution: To Be Happy With Slaughter” (after the David Ignatow poem of the same title), in the Sound section.