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This is the path I take every day.  I get lost.  And name it “home.”

I am not a good father.

I am not a good son.

Nor…a good lover.

I do not know what it means to be a human.

I do not know if what I do is what is called ‘thinking.’

I assume (PRE-sume) I’m a-live.

This is what I do.  Again and again and again… (ad infinitum)…

I try, errr, perhaps… I am.

 

She said.

 

I was working.

 

Things happen.

 

Perhaps.

 

Every day.

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"A word is a bridge thrown between myself and an other - a territory shared by both" - M. Bakhtin

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