and how it comes, we realize, the slow parts of our lives delve deeper into us than the rest. Winter hides smart people inside their heads: slowness makes us crazy. I keep thinking about mystery and mornings left without much else to do for the rest of the day (one more slow trigger to the gut) letís get dizzy one real loving way to fall across the floor in an empty room (a phone rings) we are moving forward however many ways you count it however outnumbered you may be most days (I canít keep on without counting the days since then till then: oh itíll be fine).

2004-10-22 | 11:27 a.m.
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