How Leave
July 5th, 2011
Leaving. Are these places because one can’t be there long enough? Where’s this nostalgia for place from? This adherence since one left? This craving to leave to have a place. A word-place, indeed.
Where does one live, if not in place? The dream of place grafted inside one’s head. In vain. Must leave must leave must leave.
And then these shiny yellowgreen leaves.
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