The spatial quantum foam today
was bubbling over fractally;
six extra miles to get to school
with gas on absolutest “E.”
But still, the temp’ral quantum foam
was not too bad; despite the crunch
of virtual traffic popping in
and out, I stopped three times for lunch
and got to school before I left
and called back home to give the warning,
“Hey Bas, fill up the bloody tank;
it’s yet another fractal morning!”2
—“Commutative”
bascal edward de towaji lutui, age 9
2 During a year in Catalonia, Bascal Edward is known to have ridden several times to the Girona School of Mathematics and Literature on an antique, alcohol-powered scooter. The extent of other vehicular traffic at the time is not known. —ed.