Serial Library passage June 6

6 Jun

Everything fell apart, a man said. God glanced down. Shook his head. When was everything ever together? he wondered. He seemed about to cry. It would rain later. People in grey coats, lined up. Standing in puddles. Waiting. What are they waiting for? God thought. He pulled out his handkerchief. Dabbed beneath his eyes. God has no eyes. But he could imagine having eyes. He could imagine this so clearly. He could put his handkerchief beneath his eyes and almost feel them there. There’s so much to be sorry for, God thought. He touched his chin. He could almost feel a chin where his chin would have been if he had ever had a chin. I’d have whiskers, God thought. It made him smile to think like this. I’d shave every morning. I’d have a briefcase.

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