November 16, 2002


  • each thing i do i rush through so i can do
    something else. in such a way do the days pass -
    a blend of stock car racing and the never
    ending building of a gothic cathedral.
    through the windows of my speeding car, i see
    all that i love falling away: books unread,
    jokes untold, landscapes unvisited...

    pursuit, stephen dobyns.

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