We Collude.
We constrain ourselves to the visible, the understandable, the edible. Feebly lifting a finger to seek what's already present, squarely setting against that which is less so.
Dithering on the head of a pin, our attention flittering like a spun top on the wane.
Monday, July 19, 2010
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