The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

My feet hurt and my eyes are still blurry.

"Time is not a straight line but rather a labyrinth, and if you press yourself against the wall in the right place you can hear the hurried steps and the voices, you can hear yourself walk past on the other side."
- Tomas Tranströmer
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From Whiskey River, natch.

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