Self-Portrait with Quantum Uncertainty

147 ERIC WEINSTEIN SELF-PORTRAIT WITH QUANTUM UNCERTAINTY I may be somewhere in the western hemisphere wearing an Italian silk cravat featuring dark blue horses or I could be standing on a wicker chair in the kitchen of the house I grew up in wearing something white. I might be eating or replacing a closet lightbulb blown when I went looking for the sweater my grandmother gave me. The possibility that she is secretly alive in San Francisco. Not locked in some box unobserved, alive and dead until we exhume her to confirm Dioxin toxicity. I am maybe crying or standing very still and absolutely not crying. She is wearing her wedding dress or only something white. After all this time it’s hard to tell. No veil. I am wearing a clip-on tie bearing horses, or maybe the horse is bearing me away. The horse never white a day in its life. Somewhere in the western hemisphere. ...