A year begins. A screen lights up with relentless cheer for hours across the time zones. We shot the fireworks off lopsided so they illuminated cars and driveways and everything is a laugh. Leave a year behind, welcome a new. Clean out some slates, I wish you nothing but the best, goodbye, and I’ve seen the mouth of this canyon a million times but it still takes my breath away, how overwhelming is life and yet you scramble for the meaning.
A blank page lies before you and yet already how many stories are on it. I’ll deal with you in the morning, a voice whispers. It’s the best thing anyone’s said all year.
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Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way.
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- "If I can go to New York, live madly, and write. I will want for Nothing."
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