How not to lose a handle of the institution
It, the item in question, the situation made broken. Nothing more than the exit to the world beyond the back door. Where the cawing of the day is bright underneath the sun. Then, await the night and the moon to the cold harsh light of faint.
Breaking a turn upside-down
Handle it like any other closing, opening up toward the tame wonders of every day within. Nature is only so far as a few metres from the cold front. Breathe in the air, so different, so opposite to the entrance. Exit air is a whole other type of gas that hides behind the building.
Slow it down. Escape is not just a dream for those with spanners for hands and fingers made of pliers. No, not as severe.
A gentle turn of phrase sets off the creaky swinging of the screen door.
And there it is. The other half of the exit/entrance dichotomy.
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
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