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1 min readJun 23, 2017
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Little rackety wind went by. / Moon gone. Sky shut. Night had delved deep. Somewhere (he thought) beneath / this strip of sleeping pavement / the enormous solid globe is spinning on its way — pistons thumping, lava pouring / from shelf to shelf, / evidence and time lignifying into their traces.
— Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse
A reminder that beneath the layer of human activity the planet still does as it pleases — we are mere passengers, to be lignified in time.
Until then, let us find meaning in the passing scenery.
We are part of the passing scenery.
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