"On all hands one is obsessed by a representation of social life which, while differing considerably from one class to another, is always made up of mysteries, occult qualities, myths, idols and monsters; each one thinks that power resides mysteriously in one of the classes to which he has no access, because hardly anybody understands that it resides nowhere, so that the dominant feeling everywhere is that dizzy fear which is always brought about by loss of contact with reality." --Weil, "Sketch of Contemporary Social Life"
closing time
in the gardens of the West
bored snail in the interim
closing time
as i heft another tome
as i sift through reams of waste
closing time
in the gardens of the West
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