Tom Wobbins- The Purpose of the Moon

I'm happy that my friend- whom I thought would never want to come over or send time with me again after being over at my house while I tried to get chores done- thinks that it's wonderful that I have love in my life (in the form of my son) and doesn't see my life as a domestic hell after all. Maybe I was projecting that he looked sad about me having a domestic life as an artist struggling with resistance when really he was sad that he doesn't have a domestic life, as an artist? Who knows, how to make love stay? She flashed her famous cat that swallowed the banana smile......

I love to wonder about dead artists like Tom Robbins does in this piece- I love to think of various outcomes- who I would invite over to dinner, what they would eat, who would get too drunk, what they would argue about, which ones would end up hooking up in the garden shed, which ones would just sit and talk about the moon...... If I could have a dinner I think I'd have Charlie Chaplin, Dorothy Parker, Grace Kelly, Josephine Baker, Artemisia Gentileschi, Remedios Varos, Edna St. Vincent Millay, William Morris, Cary Grant, maybe Albert Camus, and Buckminster Fuller. AND DAVID BOWIE WOULD BE MY DATE- we would be the undead!