I had to go to town and chose the route beside a field of nuclear powered submarines - I felt it was too cold for them to be left out without coats. After climbing to the thirteenth storey to post a letter using the propellor on my dunces hat I came home with nothing in my shopping bag; the lady I passed with her black and white dog said it was invisible food for the invisible man - I gave an invisible thank you. Once back on the bridge of my space dredger I set to like a pit viper with consciousness and made dark energy marks on a dark matter screen. June came in later on a space tug; the liner was apparently moored in another dimension as all the passengers had dysentery. I am hoping that somewhere out there is a single man and I am just his thoughts - I am not sure whose thoughts everyone else is.