While the dreamer lives his dream
With his muse behind a wall,
He listens at the chink
And shudders at her call.
By my hand,
~Michael Akerman
Monday, April 13, 2009
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Something like a diary, except I never understood diaries. Why write what you want secret? Putting it on paper just makes it easy to find. So don't expect my secrets here. Just stuff I find interesting (to some occasionally small degree) and the various philosophical agitations that come with them
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