recently, i came across a book. torn. partially original, but certainly apt.
covers, a quarter century, collapsed and hopes, some largely illusionary
ex-functionaries. cunning. inheritance for themselves to enjoy in sudden
slid into poverty and stood in the wind. in the rain. for hours. tried to sell
assembled, stamped, collected. in flea markets with grandmother's china.
in 1991, day couldn't hold up to representational delay. we couldn't either.
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