"Not Real Windows
I lightly let go of my sanity,
that Antarctic gear
of monstrous precautions.
I say: things are not so bad
here and now
and how they do it…
Ten thousand years later I am dug
out of a glacier
with flesh on my bones.”
–Ogden Pound, Ransom Notes That Have Worked (2006)
Exile without cunning is just being lost.
Taiwan's morning sun rising over the Asian Pacific.
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