Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Sunday, February 11, 2018

2.10

Fortinbras lives.
You know how, sometimes, a thing you said comes back to you time and time again, almost memetic in its urgency and frequency, and it becomes a permanent fixture in your life, drawing itself up unbidden from the depths of your mind when you have no call nor need for it?
Ice be liquor, cold er and wine.
Nelly's Rest-u-raunt (ooohwoww)
Why are there so many on one?
Ruth Bader-Ginsburg.
Kudzu: the vine that ate the South.
Mitochondria: the powerhouse of the cell.
Fortinbras is my newest. Fortinbras lives.

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