(December 2022. Visiting dear friends in New York. Went out to a party in Brooklyn hosted by my old roommate Joe, and was reunited with a great group of guys. Asked everyone unsoberly lingering at the end of the party for a line; got the last line from Raahul in the Uber back to his place. Wise words all around, none of which are mine, but all of which I appreciated.)
i’m thinking between absence and sight
to be a master slave or a slave master
life is very long
acting is an act of trust
language distills in its own time
(the heart is the core of the onion
and the brain is just the peels)
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 