The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


I like this one. Julu's wheel is mysterious and seems to run everything
around it.
That is the fate of wheels.

Wheels, empathy, you drive and the landscape ... wheels, turning the world
left and right, you're steering among them.

Directions, what you steer among.

You never go where you're aiming, you circle about it, about the vector.

Now it's late in the afternoon, almost evening, light beginning to
tremble, everything running smoothly, a beautiful feeling.
The most beautiful feeling in the world, turning around you.

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