thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. [oscar wilde]


October 16, 2007

hurricane relief

all these months have been a time of "hurricane relief". drain floods, rebuild walls, repair ceilings, fix doors, have new glasses on the windows, salvage whatever could still be salvaged, find new rituals, new details, new hope, reasons to carry on as before. i don't believe this is going to work; and yet i go on as if i did, indeed, believe. as if the "hurricane relief" somehow brought peace and made me forget the hurricane itself. until one day i forget that i am in "hurricane relief". and live, at last, as if there could ever be any possible relief.

free (and rough) translation from this post by pedro mexia (who i hope not to mind about my crappy translation). i, too, live under hurricane relief, and little more.

5:29 PM

 

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