You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.
The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.
The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...
-Walt Whitman
17.10.15
there we have been
TO MEASURE your late-night walks in songs. For example, it takes three songs by Blind Pilot, Imogen Heap, and The Weepies to cover the distance between Olivarez Plaza and Napocor. Remarkable how the melancholic melodies seep into the night occasionally obscured by the sounds from a passenger jeep or bark of a dog. The evenly spaced lamp posts along the empty street, alternating light and dark. All destinations move towards home, thoughts to some secret place.
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