Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Just another beautiful late-summer day

The polite fictions that order our lives seem strong and even true, because we imagine that the social equilibrium they protect and embody is permanent and universal and self-sustaining.

It is not. They are not. The world shifts under us even if we forget. This happened, even if there was (and remains) no polite space for it even to be contemplated.

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Absolutely no axe-grinding, please.