Mimesis, Contemplation and Action

Matt Scrimgeour
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

A banker happened to be on the same train as a widow on his way to the city. She sat knitting something unidentifiable opposite him with the light of the winter sun dazzling behind her. Her needles worked like bees wings as they created a form that was not yet.

The banker sat mesmerised by the sight and sound. At the relevant announcement they both prepared to disembark at the same station. As the doors…

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Matt Scrimgeour

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presently failed creator of fictional narratives coded with girardian veracity - however the silly bulls gather and I will write another 500 words this day

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