Sunday, April 29, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Thirty-Three

left it with me, what could I do? Nothing. Up to that point there was nothing I could do. I was adrift, without volition, without motivation, without a way to change my fate or a consciousness of it. I was no I. There was nothing there. Whether a star thinks about what she’s about, I couldn’t say, but whether she does or not, she certainly goes about it with great vigor. Many a planet is in a state of activity, crust breaking and shifting, atmosphere roiling. I did have frost and, in those brief visits to the sun, I let

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