A DARK NIGHT, THE ROAD IS LONG. 

 BESIDE YOU SHE SITS, QUIETLY WEEPING TO HERSELF.  

SHE IS 13 YEARS OLD.  YOU DRIVE ON INTO THE DARKNESS.  YOU 

ANSWER HER 

SOFT WEEPING WITH WORDS AND GESTURES. 

 {{{{ALICE}}}} YOU SAY.  

BUT IT DOES NOT DO ANY GOOD.  AND SO YOU TOO BEGIN TO CRY. 

 AND THEN YOU GO FASTER, 

AND FASTER.  YOUR SPEED CLIMBS INTO THE NIGHT, 

HIGHER AND HIGHER UNTIL YOUR AMERICAN-MADE AUTOMOBILE 

WILL NOT GO ANY FASTER. 

 AND THEN IN ONE QUICK, JERKING MOTION 

YOU PULL THE WHEEL TO THE LEFT AND THE CAR GOES CAREENING 

ACROSS THE OPPOSITE LANE OF THE ROAD AND INTO 

A DITCH 

WHERE IT COMES TO REST AGAINST A LARGE OAK TREE RATHER ABRUPTLY. 

 YOUR AIRBAG FUNCTIONS AND YOUR LIFE IS SAVED.  

BUT HER LIFE, 

THE LIFE OF THE ONE WHO WAS WEEPING,

 MIRACULOUSLY, IS TRANSPORTED

INTO THAT OTHER REALM, 

THE ONE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS PAGE.  

SHE WILL CRY NO MORE. 

 AND YOU WILL FOREVER BE IMPRISONED TO YOUR BED, YOUR WHEELCHAIR,

YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN.  



PLEASE TREAT THE UPCOMING IMAGES WITH RECTITUDE, DESIRE, 

AND DESPAIR.  IF THEY

IN SOME WAY CAN HEAL YOU AS THEY HAVE BEGUN TO HEAL ME...I AM ONLY THE

MORE GRATEFUL THAT YOU CAME.  



RAY