In the blue of morning, battling soporific demons (seulement, seulement, toujours seulement!) I remember you as more than a time of day.


That's the thing about youth. We have to see that our capacity to confuse-- others, ourselves...to blunder, regret, move on and blunder ever on is a vital pulse. Our mistakes keep us from the peril of static coagulation. So that progress of our civilizaion is carried on not in prudence but in a clumsy gait of wrongs and redress.