Countermeasures

I wish I could keep my thoughts in order and my ducks in a row. I wish I could keep my ducks in a thought or my thoughts in a duck. My point is that we all exist, wetly, in the hunt. The ducks are aware of this in their own way, which is floating. The way of the mind is brevity. There may be other thoughts on other days in the minds of other and better men and their constant companions, the women, but these same tidy capsules — never. This is just one of the things I noticed about my thoughts as they passed easefully by.