Saturday, November 17, 2007

Lachrymose


Lachrymose. The weather is beautiful here, now, but I am unequal to it. I should be out making images, but some grand ennui has me down. My limbs are limp, my spine bent. My head hangs. It is Saturday, the finest of days, but I am slow, limp. It may take me some time to Make It New.

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