Anarchaia

Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)

28feb2008

Light Experiments Dos

And I’m also hesitating by temptation lest it runs
Which it don’t follow me
But I’m not there, I’m gone
— Bob Dylan, I’m Not There

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The evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty. — Jack Kerouac, On The Road