Jed Wolf

My cardiologist said I need at least 20 minutes a day of aerobic exercise daily. I’m reluctant to be one of those power walkers ’cause they “look so stupid,” I thought before reminding my mind, “we don’t say shit like that anymore.”

Since my brush with death, I catch it revving and its been lot quieter up there since leaving the dark continent. I’ve no regrets having tried to settle there for so long and failed. Now that I’m here, describing the experience I’m having as “lighter” references darker by default so I’m cautious. Though jumpy using adjectives, blood flowing freely to my aorta helps tremendously as does being vigilent in general with all words. Listening with intention is safer than interpretive sight. 

“Wherever this is, is indescribable,” I carefully mused earlier today, gazing at miles of empty beach after using the word “transcendent,” elicited distant drumming from the dark continent.

“Before language, a caveman narrowly escaped a bear attack. 500,000 years later he still trembles, so he recreates a dark continent like Johnny Weissmuller filming Tarzan movies in Florida while others his age ride scooters,” I thought catching myself writing a screenplay about the influence of the dark continent on everything. 

“It must be the flow,” I thought, surging effortlessly in Covid-weary traffic over the 312 bridge hearing the friction from Dave momentarily rubbing his hands together beside me. I watched my cats watch what they watch this morning when something caught Pablo’s attention and while staring at the spot he’d leapt from, I heard a single distant hoot of an owl on what had to be the mainland. 

I turned into Walmart going with the flow, listening to Dave’s clothes when I realized, “I haven’t experienced anything this indescribable since tripping my brains out in high school 500,00 years ago,” I thought, when Tarzan scootered out of Walmart in a loincloth.