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2014-03-18

Thoughts in my throat

On days like these
my mind is a vagabond-
shadow

I seek content in what I do
not know, cleave to the
illusionary

Often slip, stumble
make mistakes too, inevitably
[learning]

It’s not what befalls per se
but how we speak about it after
that shapes memory and who we are [not]
in the minds of those who care;
brings closure and me closer
to you, perhaps

And that appeases me too
in the strangest way possible
as we move further.



Bill Viola, "The Encounter" (2012)

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