While vulnerable in Wednesday naptime, I was drugged by some vile personage and was therefore not responsible for any Latinized shanties I might have been singing that evening, nor in fact anything I said, particularly anything about radians, nor any actions seemingly undertaken by myself.
Last year, I might have felt caught between caring for friends and respecting their choices. Now already I can take refuge in the future, knowing that momentarily this particular present will be confined to yearbooks, reunions and a few fond memories. I hope, however, that I won't depart all my life's periods with such indifference.
posted on Saturday, October 16, 2004
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