Life On Earth... 
LIFE ON EARTH is pulled down hard on a man's head. This life was made
by hatters. A busy street is only coffee, bread, and hats. The smell
of a man's hat – an old man's hat – is like the nostril of a horse.
You are breathing in what something beautiful and ancient has breathed
out. The heat and life contained in it, the silk interior. An old man's
hat is necessary: You see that when he takes it off, his hair and skin
abruptly float away. 

                          David Keplinger