“There’s something about the wind. It strips you of assurances, working into you, continuous, making you feel the hidden thinness of everything around you, all the solid stuff of a hundred undertakings—the barest makeshift flimsy.”
(The Body Artist, Don DeLillo) via @dreamsofbeing_
"SOMETIMES (Lipogram*)
Sometimes
it seems
time is mist.
It sits,
so moot.
It misses me.
(*using only the letters of its title)"
--@Anthony_Etherin
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