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A Man Who Has Nothing In Particular To Recommend Him Discusses All Sorts of Subjects at Random as Though He Knew Everything

A Long, Languid, Heartfelt Plea Launched Into The Ether

Driving around a virtual world with the windows down. Blows hot and cold.

Notes in a bottle. Fingernails scratching at the unyielding mica schist in a dungeon, trying to leave some totem of a life. A wounded bird set free in a world of felines.

I didn’t mean nothing by it. I didn’t mean to look. You stood still and the Doppler put you on a carousel, gone loose in the joints, the big, spidery gears smeared with grease and the swarf of a million revolutions. The neon flickers all the time, but sometimes you can pick up the frequency and see the rhythm in it.

Is it a prayer or a curse you offer? Is there a difference?

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  1. Thanks, Sipp – that gave me chills.

    There are some days when I open my little window on the world, and such marvels and wonders I behold, it makes me despair that pretty much all I can do is sit quietly and bear witness.

    Along those lines, Eric Whitacre at TED. Alas, I didn't hear about the project until this week, or I might have tried adding my voice. Maybe next time…

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