December 05, 2005
dinner with old friend
I'm in the middle of a poem about a train station.
You're always in the middle of a poem about a train station.
This one's a Wittgensteinian train station.
[eyebrows quizzical]
The duckrabbit; how you can't tell if people are arriving or departing. A kind of aspect seeing...I know; it's terrible, I'm always in the middle of a poem about a train station.
Well, when you phrase it as arriving and departing it makes sense. Those are all you need.
It's like presence and absence without ontology.
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