FB informs me (with a page picture I can't copy & paste or share)

[Jochen Stremmel]

IT LANDS WITH a *thunk*, from nowhere, out of time, out of order, thrown
from the future or perhaps from the past, but landing here, in this place,
at this moment, which could be any moment, which means, you guess, it’s no
moment.
     It appears to be a film.

                                                    HERBERT AND DUNHAM RIDE
BICYCLES (1896)

HERBERT ’N’ ME is ridin’ bi-cycles over to Anastasia Island. They got that
new bridge now. It’s November 30, 1896, and almost dark but not just yet. I
don’t know ’zactly the weather because they don’t got records this far
back, but it’s Florida, so it’s probably warm, no matter when. Anyways,
we’s yippin’ an’ hollerin’ and whatnot, the things young boys do, on
account of us being just that, and full of beans to boot. I’m about to tell
a tall tale to Herbert about a ghost on account of I know he spooks easy
and it’s always fun to try ’n’ get a rise outta him. Herbert an’ me, we met
on account of the Sisters taking us both in when we was real little cuz we
was orphan babies that got found right in the Tolomato grave yard, no lie,
which is itself pretty spooky, if ya think about it. So the Sisters, they
took us in and that’s how we met, and now we’re both adopted by the Widow
Perkins, who is old and lonesome and she wanted some boys around to make
her feel young again an’ not so alone, she says. But that’s not here nor
there as we ride our bi-cycles toward Crescent Beach on account of the
fishin’ is good there for croakers. It’s still not dark and we grab our
poles and leave our bi-cycles and make our way down to the water.