IN COLLISION WITH
UNCLE STARS
Maybe I'll sit, to be content with
nothing. I've got paper and I've got
pen. There's a list of things a mile
long yet to do, and all the undone
ones remain : chores and equations,
solutions and finds. The idea is to
deliberate slowly and not to be
undone. The mountain masks
the monument.
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I can sit, yes, at the top of this
hill, where the nice, round knoll
covers the landscape. Nothing here
is dreary. Nothing here is light. And
as for me myself, I am as indiffferent
as can be. Indolence? Would that
be the word? Would this be the
proper use?
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