On roses in Spanish Harlem and stars in the Bronx.
On going home and keeping a safe distance
On learning to live with reality
On things beneath the skin that refuse to leave
On electric shocks from charges in cyberspace
On the various interpretations of beauty
On mutual trust and mutual mistrust
On the persistent suspicion that something isn’t over yet
On the curious fact of the letter Z being both alpha and omega
On being in the throes of fatigue
On the process of irritating blog readers with stuff that
only the author understands, and deciding it’s time for bed...
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