Tuesday, Aug. 21, 2007 3:54 pm
Babies And That Train Of Thought
A peculiar time in Berlin, spent wondering about the imitative powers of babies, and to what extent this persists into adulthood, veiled in complexity and obscured by habit.
Is love a syncronicity of imitation? Or the opposite? Love's not love which alters when it alteration finds, said WS, referring perhaps to something else. Still.
There's a girl behind the bar with quite majestic breasts.
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