O 39-brother Where Art Thou May 2026
“You look like a scarecrow,” I said.
“What truth?” I asked.
His beard was long and white at the tips, like he’d been dipped in flour. The tweed jacket was gone, replaced by a denim vest covered in patches that read things like QUESTION REALITY and I BRAKE FOR PARADOXES . His eyes, though—those wild, river-blue eyes—were exactly the same. o 39-brother where art thou