Sunday, February 12, 2012

How the light gets in.

Walking to work, cutting lots near the library, something in the corner of my eye draws my attention. I look in time see myself disappear around the back of the building. It is uncanny to see yourself so, through a fracture in the universe. There is no use following. I disappeared yesterday walking to work. 


There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.


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