Artemis The promise of eternal youth turns to the broken pledge of old age. Time flies and to the best of my ability I try to write things down; but the Great Recording Angel I feel would like me to spell it all out and scratch it on the surface where God could hardly find it. Highbrowed on the ocean, Artemis is holding fort (Yes, there’s sea on land) and here I ask the High Priestess of existentialism for a quotation, free of charge and without obligation. To which she replies, hard of heart: “You don’t have to live for the moment.” Bewildered still |
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