28.5. 57/2. On an on. Backwards down the number line on the radio today. Hours worked. Looking at old calendars. From 2008. Once, so new. Now, gone and gone. The Great Recession. Gone and gone. Lines on Mom’s face. Gone and gone. The blog, gone and gone. Silver new Honda. Gone and gone. Her. Gone and gone. Swifter now. Gone. Here. Hare today, goon tomorrow. Hop. Run, run, Rudolf. II. And Tycho Brahe. TMA-1. Full of stars. There. Blink. Here. Blink. Old. Blink. Not here. Blink. Something else.
Computation. Theseus’ Ship. Switch. Blink. New. Her. Cannot know yourself, have to know another. The purpose of life is to love and have your heart broken, and in the final breaking of the heart, come to peace with your own sad transience. Swifter now. Ever swifter. Just over — just around — where — else — others — whispering — not yet — not yet — not yet —
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