Monday, March 4, 2013

On absent birds

I used to miss the seagulls of here. Now I miss the cardinals of there. Missing itself seems to be a constant state of being you see. Now whenever I see a seagull a little cardinal is hidden in its shadow and whenever I see a cardinal it casts a shadow of a seagull. How disappointing that experience is always so incomplete.

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