We're where we are because of where we've been. Even the road not taken branched off from one that was taken. Everything gets connected somehow. We live on a Möbius strip.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
The Naked City
It's been raining quite heavily in New York these last few days. I’d put raincoats over the poor naked men statues, but when the wind blows, that will probably only create another illusion.
Born during the Truman administration. Old enough to know better; too old to care. Always liked Rossini's Scaramouche: Born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.
Any year that you're alive at the end of is a good year.
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