I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo,
and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words
to tell, to march, to fight,
to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
-R. Wright
Monday, April 30, 2012
Dust
How do things become dusty so suddenly? Not just the books in the corner of my room, but also the goals and ideas in the corner of my mind. Ideas are either whirlwinds of opulent inspiration, or fabulous dust-collectors.
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