Tornado genesis in South Dakota.
"To speak of the future is to use a language that is forever ahead of itself, consigning things that have not yet happened to the past, to an 'already' that is forever behind itself, and in this space between utterance and act, word after word, a chasm begins to open, and for one to contemplate such emptiness for any length of time is to grow dizzy, to feel oneself falling into the abyss." —Paul Auster , writing on Royston's Lycophron in: "The Invention of Solitude," Collected Prose (pp 107-110)
pallid hills · piled in earlylight
hard to rejoin · the rude jostle
talk unceasing · sessile flurry
tornado network · nods vanishing
thick description · scrawls runnels
golden train · gallivants without me
Meditations in Time of Civil War.
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