Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Day light is no longer being saved on Harris Creek, and so darkness descends at five o'clock, and I feel the comfort of winter's coming. Curried white beans and white rice warming on the stove, electric, no flame, but these are late times. Late times are times of decline, reclining times. Flat is best.

How to get flat? How am I to flatten myself, cartoon myself ?

I have fallen in love with winter's flat whiteness.

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