I’m on the timer now, counting down two minutes.  Unless I’m busy selling myself these days, and my program, I’m busy falling through the cracks into the past, a past of flashy, articulate non-worldly non-accomplishment.   A history of articulate failure, in  the cozy confines of my own mind, we might say.   Of course, in more than two minutes, this could be polished, shined up, presented better– but that would defeat the point of this exercise.   This is a test, at the end a buzzer will go off telling me “pencils down.”  Then the test will be scored.

“Not too shabby for two minutes,” a reader might say, but that is another story.  Here’s the buzzer.