September 2011
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Remember when I knotted us in narrative, knitted us an atmosphere out of those cruel letters. Letters spelling words one after another, forcing lines, forcing action and the passage of time. I bent them, made them chase each others’ tails in what I thought was a protective ouroboros we could be safe within.
Keep them up there, in the far off sky. The world revolves, while we stay...
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