Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Evening Stroll
The profound lyrical impulse of the evening, a sublime sense of inevitability and spontaneity at the same time. I walk and walk and walk and find it hard to stop. A lonely roaming, dwelling with myself...and yes, self-reflection is just a positive consequence of spending too much time alone. The long, low clouds know of a nuanced quiet I cannot grasp.
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