Stuck in an airport, waiting among strangers, missing connections, nursing a weak drink and a tired mind that has too much time to think...It's just another day in Terminal D , a stream-of-consciousness poem about the self persistent, the self unshakable, the paradox of one..."to be particular and also limitless." So here I am again, resident in familiars: departures follow arrivals until we stop for a while, take stock of our gains and losses, and then continue on.
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Stuck in an airport, waiting among strangers, missing connections, nursing a weak drink and a tired mind that has too much time to think...It's just another day in Terminal D , a stream-of-consciousness poem about the self persistent, the self unshakable, the paradox of one..."to be particular and also limitless." So here I am again, resident in familiars: departures follow arrivals until we stop for a while, take stock of our gains and losses, and then continue on.
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