I'm in an unusually good mood right now- which is odd, considering my ire towards the world just a few short hours ago. The benefits of a well-timed nap, I guess.
It's a shame I don't choose to take more time to post on this thing; I know I would appreciate looking back on it after Institute has ended. Reflection will have to suffice, which is disappointing because time is a great equalizer- present passions often lead to future ambivalence.
Keeping on my Latin kick (previous post was Borges-flavored), here's an Octavio Paz:
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My steps along this street
Resound
Along another street
Where
I hear my steps
Resound along this street
Where
Only the fog is real.
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Show me the man who can't appreciate the light, airy feeling after a refreshing sleep.
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