Hugh Behm-Steinberg

I feel hopelessly stuck, so I go to the plot store, but everything they have is so relentlessly stupid I feel horribly depressed as well as stuck. But then this lady, dressed entirely in black, lingering in the young striver gets what’s coming to him aisle, looks at me and says, “If you’re looking for plots, go to the cemetery.” So I go to the cemetery, and I wander around, looking about, thinking if at least nothing comes to me, at least the fresh air will do me some good.