Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Late-Night Reading
What is so special about reading late into the night, and early into the morning? Midnight approaches, arrives, recedes... leaves nothing but solitary darkness. A few scattered noises from afar punctuate an otherwise ethereal silence. Word upon word, page after page; I turn over thoughts and centuries in my hands. And I enter other worlds. And I defy all that's temporal.
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