February 28, 2008
Cold Light of Day
Funny how a different slant of light can alter what we see. Example: ‘Round midnight, after I’d posted my recollection of a lost trotter, Deron emailed me to express privately a sense of awe and mystery and his fear that a public comment on my post might “sully” it. I was feeling pretty reverential both toward the post and myself; you know, “I shall not murder/The mankind of her going with a grave truth/Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath” and all that.
Then comes the morn and with it, Rick’s comment. Jars. A supermarket chain. Pocahontas . . . Arkansas.
I love clusterflock.
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ditto.