The sun rising over the lake at an increasing northern point until the first day of summer, and then it heads south again, as it is now. Twenty-four hour perpetual rosaries. Toddlers. Gifs. Eternal flames at cemeteries. The current of the mighty Mississippi. Oscillating fans. Endymion, that thing of beauty and a joy forever, sleeping forever. Walt Whitman starting a phrase with “Now”. Walt Whitman. The cassoulet at San Francisco’s Le Central. Your car as it slides across ice into another lane. Eating chocolate. Bad love. A freshman’s interest in Ayn Rand. Door-to-door missionaries. The bleeding. His snoring. Crabgrass. Metastasis. Foreclosure. The Yankees. Joyce Carol Oates. Updates to any Microsoft biz, dammit. Kudzu. Northwestern Wildcats’ losing streak in 1982 that led to the goalposts being dragged out of the stadium and thrown into Lake Michigan, making a verb out of “lake” (vandalized sign on the freeway: “I-94, Northwestern-0”). The Thracians.
No; YOU’RE unstoppable
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