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| time:� run thread of eyesight through holes of moons in different nights, stitch the skies together.� little coffee cups don't change that they all come out of the same brown barrel of liquid evenings, cafes, contiguous.� chronology is after the fact, a mnemonic tool that passes for reality, arbitrary organization of independent events, like alphabetizing index cards.� to say distant past caused recent past is tantamount to believing the letter B is caused somehow by the letter A.� that's just the system by which the dictionary is bound.� pedal and pedagogue share proximity, not meaning.� it's not sequence that determines relationship, but relationship that determines sequence.� the pages don't turn, they unfold, explode.� we construct, imagine, days, from the nascent stuff of life, to be dropped and sorted in the chambers of memory, already informed by pre-echoes of our deaths, ordered according to illusory time.� there is free will, but it is constructive, not causal. |