December 27th, 2002 - 3:17 a.m.

Could, should, would. (Arbitrarily, and penally also entitled, The Three Greek Macbethites.)

Could not even begin to distinguish between the shades of gray. The tonality is lost in the shuffle of the hue. It is best not to wrench out an answer. It is best to build a roof of banana leaves. Held with large iron nails. Propped with icicle tent poles, dripping and making a mess. To keep out this onslaught of rain.

Should be alright. Shipshaped and swimminglyed. But objectification seems to be a nonforte. Nor does the act of wading through icy water at this hour.

Would have gone better? Purgatory lingers much too long, and is leaving a most acidic taste in the mouth.

N.

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