One day I turned into a statue.
It happened at a small outdoor party.
As usual, people were either ignoring
me or shooting talk at me. I was
about to say thanks to the hosts
and leave when I realized
my body had shifted to become
gray speckled stone. Granite man.
I was inflexibly pleased.
I had not a single desire, not
even the desire to have no
desires. By the time I turned
back into a proper person,
the party had ended, the hosts
had sold the house and left
town, and the city's climate
had changed. It was time for me
to be getting back home.
hans ostrom 2020
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