February 2012
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The Act of Resenting
I think the man who made clocks, or God, had it wrong when he made time a circle. Time is not a line, either, and time is not space. Time is the hair on your head and the tiny links in your mind that connect everything you ever said to me, and mine. Time is the empty; Time is the Filled.
Every time I look your name up in a phone book, or a book of name meanings, it sits so still- foreign in the...