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[woodydespair]

Those roads that drag behind you - like tails (the way you came will always be part of you), like entrails; the maps ahead of you, crisp, unmarked - and you’re looking at the colours, at the mountains and the white cliffs and the Aegean Sea, and thinking it could be you, climbing, swelling, one of those colours. Swift transitions like how her

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[woodydespair]

that's exactly right (as far as i understand where i've been and am going). i think there's also a stark sense of where you're going being determined by where you've come from - as if you are made a fixed entity by the past and so it writes the future for you. so even if you don't look back, don't acknowledge what's behind, it is there anyway, pulling the strings.

And that’s life: it does not resemble a picaresque novel in which from one chapter to the next the hero is continually being surprised by new events that have no common denominator. It resembles a composition which musicians call: a theme with variations... Supposedly, astrology teaches us fatalism: you won’t escape your fate! But in my view (please understand, astrology as a metaphor of life) it says something far more subtle: you won’t escape your life’s theme! From this it follows, for example, that it is sheer illusion to want to start all over again, to beginning ‘a new life’ that does not resemble the preceding one, to begin, so to speak, from zero. Your life will

[mutable_earth]

[ such resonance, as ever.

as ever. ]

xo.

[woodydespair]

x

[sdf]

This is excellent.

[woodydespair]

thanks, man!

[sandragolightly]

I have missed your entries, ma'am.
arresting as ever. I love the imagery here, of the roads behind you, the unmarked maps ahead.

[woodydespair]

thanks, s; grateful & flattered as always.