The Virtual Conveyor
Our lives move on: naturally, slowly, quickly. The world
stands still and we are dragged by the currents. Anything that we keep, we cling
to. Memory is a hazard: to remember anything that is beyond the horizon, out of
sight.
two cars up on blocks in the yard, two memories...
Alcohol is poison but in small enough quantities it only
kills the things we need dead.
We need hope even if it requires us to ignore the facts. D.C.
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