Sunday, October 31, 2010

Whipple Procedure Successful

Seeking the Outside In, If You Want

Who of us, my dear, is the furthest from Maurillia? You who stayed, I who am part, we seek a path to escape. It always catches up. I have always seen as a Maurillia tub, a whirlpool. Its inhabitants surface, retained by a stone at the bottom, an underwater cemetery, turning like fish around a bench in a dangerous pass, because the bones of the dead, even the ones he did drown. A loop even more dangerous than your hair. Or we are, we seek to break the circle, and we remain in the round, extending it by our fathoms. We meet other circuits, as here, in this club frequented by Russian, Japanese and Korean. We were told that they were enemies, but there they are friends and we do not understand.

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