We are a City, not a Town.
Because a Town is
camaraderie barbecue a white sheet
Smaller than we are.
We are a sprawling pseudo-metropolis.
Our City is
tradition isolation a thrown rock
Filled with People.
We are tens of thousands among billions.
The People are
masked enraged filled with rot and maggots
Polite and Hospitable.
If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works.
-John Dos Passos
Wednesday, February 28
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