August 31, 2004 at 1:00 PM

Impressive, minutes on their own-each tells a story. My story, the "own" story, and a collage of the collective story. This morning is too early to untangle them. Brave. Silent. After I shake away the mental hangover from yesterday I can slide, swim, think, disolve into two...history and prediction. We took yesterday striding until the end. 9am to 11pm. Today seems to be an extention of the end of yesterday. DERAIL DERAIL STRAIGHT FROM THE LINE. Always a little unsure of the linear perspective. Day 2 of school begins. More like conversion than school. We tally up the marks and totem. Notch below the knees of ancient relic but the tally marks outweigh the whole rating scale. I played at least 6 hours. And they, what do they have on that? The shock of new. Nimble inexperienced strenght-yet to stand the tests. Money. Name. And someone trying hard to keep them here. Old news steps away and archives itself. Before getting to bigger and entrenched things. Three more months stuck in this mud, licking ego wounds and then we can take ourselves to unpresumptious lands where the minute-stories are taken for what they are and not what they were, and we can say I TOLD YOU SO.
-JW

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