and then our exile

Saturday, November 19, 2005 at 8:57 a.m.

it was a younger and i think better world.

Whyte Avenue. Gazebo Park.

The memories. The memories. What have we done with all our loud marching and demonstrating? Where are the fruits?

Or were our actions simply for nostalgia's sake?

basit said...

what did we want? did we truly believe marching and shouting, walking under grey skies, would change the world? or did we know we were doing this simply for our own sake, to console ourselves for our knowledge?

when questions become simple rhetoric, where can you turn?

Anonymous said...

answers lie in simplicity, search beneath the leaves...

basit said...

oh! that's right. how could i have forgotten. so i went to that pile of leaves and rummaged around, and all i could find was a metal plate with three words engraven there'pon: "shue baak inteeee".

(:

and then our exile

Saturday, November 19, 2005 at 8:57 a.m.

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