Monday, December 21, 2009


Port in the storm, the Budget Inn. All communication occurred through hole in the center of the plexiglass, between homeward bound southern Hayseed and Indian Subcontinent proprietors.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point--T.S.Elliot



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