"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Monday, February 11, 2013
Flow
This morning a choice: Turn left or right out of the park-and-ride lot on my way home to write.
Turn left and I wait twice. Turn right and I drive farther —but without stopping.
