Win On Diagonals

One would think some fledging heavy metal star would write one of those spiked dirges about the plight of jobless Japanese cigarette smokers:

In the rural city of Mooka, 100 kilometres (60 miles) north of Tokyo, a 47-year-old jobless man was arrested on Sunday for trying to run away with two cartons from a supermarket.
The government has authorised Japan Tobacco (JT), which dominates the country’s cigarette market, to raise the prices of cigarettes by around 100 yen (1.2 dollars) per pack of 20.
The price of popular brand Mild Seven will rise from 300 yen to 410 yen per pack. Seven Stars will be sold at 440 yen, up from 300 yen.

Off to Sicily this Friday for a stretch of time. I hope I wander in the wrong place at the right time, and live to sing about it. Have you ever pined to be isolated in a maze, in a maze that is everywhere, ensconced by walls knocked down and built again, different rulers, different soldiers, new beards, dry spittle, wet spittle. One does need to get lost to find purpose, and not the sort of purpose one can check off a piece of stationary. In many ways, Sicily feels like home to me for a myriad of reasons, some of which are locked up in a well of emotion teeming with genetic creatures rewiring themselves as the sun screw itself back in its dark resting place. And yet I know…the sun does not go to bed, blow out it’s candle and kiss some bonneted star good night. First stop Palermo! Strange Austrian —cross my bow as I read you in me, and you back to nothing, and me back to nothing!