It was a warm September evening.

The windows became more expensive.

They were the ancient ornament of things.

We hovered just beyond the limit of the concept.

This caused a sensation of anticipation or love.

Narcissus who was changed into a flower was the inventor of changing.

The outlines of things are frequently unknown.

The things seen fit together rarely.

We never experienced space as unifying.

Always the city was a frictional edifice.
 
 
 

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Lisa Robertson
 

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