Friday, May 22, 2015

Nobody’s Going Anywhere But Here

Some instinct parses presence into disparate expressions of itself:
unified and separate at once. One’s the genius, one’s the dunce,
one’s the renegade who seeks release from both. But by their
constitution they have pledged their troth: nobody’s going
anywhere but here. It seems like this would be a tragedy.
It’s not, though. Their pleasure in their destiny is clear.


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