In the absence of proper forms and contexts, they gather in such watering holes as this place -- catching little sparks, attempting to match a sordid reality: poor beings. And I enjoy keeping track of their sorrows and delights.
But why do I do so?
Perhaps because I, like such creatures, missed the formal segregation by the deity and have tried ever since to capture a moment of flashing brilliance.
3 Oct 2003
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