The arbitrariness of dates, and fates. The terrible imperative to assume responsibility for the world as you find it, as it happens to you, as you happen in it. I think back to the wrong turns, the hanging chads, the missed clues. The day before, the day after. Twenty years of adult life. A hole whistling out of my protracted adolescence. A hole full of…
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