Precisely because of the present, the national obsession with
uplift
and
open doors and
choices
and
finally,
alternatives. (Their [ ] proliferation presented as endless.)
This feeling? Manufactured. This knowledge? A fabrication, A
bowl
of
pills.
Home is a closed circuit where my vibration, indistinguishable from yours, is no different than the fluttering of a flag in still air. A phenomenon explained by science, by principles of aeroelasticity.
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