people awake
work, eat, and sleep
the Mondays of present
follow the rhythm
of the Sundays in past
Blank years in and out. This is daily life. And then the sudden moment of being: the stab of memories, the sting of longings, the slaughter of time. There is no screaming tragedy in ordinary life.
work, eat, and sleep
the Mondays of present
follow the rhythm
of the Sundays in past
Blank years in and out. This is daily life. And then the sudden moment of being: the stab of memories, the sting of longings, the slaughter of time. There is no screaming tragedy in ordinary life.
Getting Something Read (Jan., 14th, 2010)
