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January 24, 2003
A day of many small waitings… for the morning to become afternoon, for stasis to become flight, for east to become west… filling the time as present becomes future becomes past and begins all over again in a series of moments unfolding, magazine pages flipping, one hundred words at thirty-five thousand feet, 454 mph still too slow, a mediocre movie precious for its 119 minutes… then at last the right key in the lock first shot and one last wait for headlights and a door slam and another key in the same lock but me on the inside this time.