Lots of bad news today. Personal, life-or-death, bad juju kind of bad news. Not to me personally or my immediates, but still not good. I feel so jangly. Every where I turn there is a tree falling across a road. Pushed the closet door closed, it wouldn’t close. Towel hanging on the doorknob caught in the jamb. I shove it. I yank it, remembering. The knob inside falls off with a thunk as I fall back like a three stooge, yanking my shoulder. I’m sweating. It’s too hot. I just finished cleaning up dinner. I’m still working on my chapter. Feverish. Can’t keep up.
Yes, I received your letter
About the time the doorknob broke
You asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
…
Don’t sent me no more letters, no!
— Bob Dylan, "Desolation Row"
About the Time the Doorknob Broke
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