Curiosity never seems to need repairs—not like cars, or careers, which always do.And who could fix surprise? Who would try?A therapist often needs to be discarded–and also, frequently, those rainy afternoonsthat stretch endlessly into artificial listsstrewn with folly-filled patterns and pausesthat have no destination, only questions— And then consider buildings, houses–which seems perpetually to require … Continue reading Maintenance (Thursday Doors)
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