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She got all excited and seemed all-ago, until I told her the ride was a scooter. Suddenly she didn't know me. She pretended then, I was not there.
I went to my first flea-markets, some of which were open the week-long. This was a whole new concept for me. People selling old stuff. I had seen old stuff in America, but not flea markets or stuff like this-old as in London. These artefacts could be as much as two hundred years old, or so I imagined, and a lot of thirties and forties forte. It was British junk, more substantial in its construction, design and decorate. It was more ornate, and metal-much, strong, bright-colored, like lots of brass. It was strange stuff and there was also the outdoors convocation, the whole street, no traffic. On the weekend were mobs of people and the tourists stuck out like American cars in southern Europe.
I was still looking for that light of my life-lamp. Flea-markets were for me quite unusual and I had never seen anything like it. A lot of metal-like maybe brass, and there were oddly shaped household furnishings of every sort. I wasn't there to buy anything. Everything I looked at was Can't. I had the money but could not carry; so regardless it was Can't. What I could buy or Cans was food, gas and not much else. It was easy math. Everything was I Can't acquire. I could move through space, as the Whatwas and Whatnot - three hundred and sixty degrees. My Can'ts were all have to carry but I wore no back-knack. My Cans were all future in Whatwas. My Can'ts were all past in Whatnot.
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