081413 #worm #roach Where is the willow-haired girl? The oxen, the oxen are moving through my living room. The broken-down, cut-glass city is wretched in the distance. Where is Bnabe? All are invited. Many will come. We are building a new cafe in the snow. But this is only the beginning. Somehow it needs to work out that there are many cafes, as many as needed, all over.