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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: a disturbance
Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 17:56:35 -0500 (EST)
a disturbance http://www.asondheim.org/woll.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/woll2.jpg http://www.asondheim.org/woll3.jpg "Alan," Azure said, "We can take the lower road." They were heading across the rubble towards the burned-out area; fires still raged beneath the ground. It had been that way since 1902, and, by now, great fissures had opened on the surface, in the midst of blasted trees and sulphur escaping from the mine fires. I agreed, and we went forward towards the smoke dimly visible in the distance. The disturbance was clear, was clearer. (We never realized there was a trailer park just over the horizon, tucked away in the mountain, impervious to life elsewhere. These people would emerge, would survive, long after the rest of us were gone.) _