I knew what they would be about and did not care for it. I did not acknowledge their knocking because I just wasn't interested. I have thought a great deal about why they always step on that same board, how they cannot miss it, and now they stood outside my door, knocking. I have never been able to figure this out. They stepped on the only board that makes any noise. I could tell who it was by the way they knocked, and I heard them coming across the bridge.

All this will be gone into, travelled in watermelon sugar. We make a great many things out of watermelon sugar here -I'll tell you about it- including this book being written near iDEATH. Some of the bridges are made of wood, old and stained silver like rain, and some of the bridges are made of stone gathered from a great distance and built in the order of that distance, and some of the bridges are made of watermelon sugar. There is a bridge in front of this shack. There are many bridges in the piney woods and in the fields of watermelons. I can see fields of watermelons and the rivers that flow through them. It started raining in the middle of the afternoon. I know because 11 measured it and sat beside it for a whole day. I know a river that is half-an-inch wide. Some of the rivers are only a few inches wide. The rivers are cold and clear and there are trout in the rivers.

I can see piney woods and the rivers that flow from those piney woods. The sun is shining at the long edge of a cloud. I have a lantern that burns watermelontrout oil at night. I have a bed, a chair, a table and a large chest that I keep my things in. Our lives we have carefully constructed from watermelon sugar and then travelled to the length of our dreams, along roads lined with pines and stones. The shack is small but pleasing and comfortable as my life and made from pine, watermelon sugar and stones as just about everything here is. Right now it is cold and turns like something in the hand of a child. I can also see it with my eyes closed and touch it.

It is so far to travel, and we have nothing here to travel, except watermelon sugar. Wherever you are, we must do the best we can. I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant. In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.

Book in watermelon sugar