exile

But the driveway’s clear
You pray for silence
Step into my quiet violence
Do you see pictures in my words?
Standing still, I’m moving faster
Searching out my next disaster
You’re gonna get what you deserve

I suppose there is a degree of romanticism in my exile. I sit at home all the time, teaching myself things. I finished All the King’s Men, and I think today I might start the last Harry Potter book, which I never got around to. I slept for ten hours, worked on all the projects I’ve been neglecting, and now I’ll take a shower and go to the Brown meeting (for somewhat dubious reasons). One of these days I’ll write a book, and then I’ll be happy with myself.

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