Misfortuned
Yesterday for the first time ever, I got a fortune cookie with no fortune in it.
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And every year gets worse, because the scab on the heart sloughs away and the time-wound becomes more tender, more inflamed. Why let myself be dogged by anniversaries and portents? Why keep a calendar no one keeps, as dead as ab urbe condita, the katun wheel?
—Ronald Wright
—Ronald Wright
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
