11/15/09
The Drowning Earth
...and the hunger of the land could not be subdued, a wild appetite risen from the struggle to be not quenched. A calm struggle, and all the more terrible for it. The land, once so amicable to our thoughts and labor, was now turned cold and unforgiving in this dark season. Though our spades never ceased, still we were pulled down into the mud. Slipping slowly from the light of day, we watched despairing as all of our labors to organize, to build, all of these vain attempts to rewrite the land, sank with us, fractured into a sickening geometry. So it was that, as I took my last breath of autumn air, and the land in its grim new aspect brought to an end this struggle, I knew the horrible truth that all foundations, all certainties are only coincidence amidst chaos.
11/5/09
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