She’s not wild about the name, Shelly.
I could help, I thought. We rode in the car for two days.
I spoke of ordering experience from a catalog and I wanted to know if she was happy with her purchases. “Will you spend the rest of your life this way?” I asked. It sounded like I was asking her but I was really asking myself.
We traveled to the land of technicolor mountains, we slept on a hard bed in a small room and sat at the feet of a yogi whom we both wanted to fuck. We walked in the mountains and swung on an ancient gate. We stepped on grave stones and sat under trees.
None of this is real, we agreed. But it doesn’t matter because it’s just as easy to create one illusion as another.