At two A M— SOMETHING IS HAPPENING— Tom is imagining his friend in need of him— three days ago she called from three hundred miles away and said she was d e p r e s s e d, for which there are causes but no reasons. Oh egotism, misery; oh uncertainty, humility— Is there nothing one can do against the resistences of chance? Altruism, altruism— Is there nothing one can face without a mask? Worry, wonder, guess and fidget, Tom stares at his thumb. Altho she may be U N F O R T U N A T E to be so loved and far away, and Tom may be U N H A P P Y to be so powerful and useless, let them be consoled, please, by examining the thumb.

1 September 1981, Fortuna