11/11/13

Consistency of substance, as paint, textiles, or wine. The nave of a church. We are all looking for certain bodies for the undoing. In the woods the tame becomes treacherous at nightfall; we look up in ways we never do in cities. What is searched for in the sky? Day by day our daily lives pull us into the ground and we see ourselves and our anger against the trivialities that we consume. How fast the years move. How less young we grow, in comparison. What you really want is to go all the way back to that age and experience that alone-ness again. There was always something so comforting about being in your head, living in there, spending days in there. And you still do but for other reasons no longer childish.

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