We sometimes imagine, often, deluded, that we move progressively and that progress’ direction is more or less as the crow flies. In fact,
Progress does not only not fly like crows fly, nor does it meander, but rather
Progress follows no direction at all and we cannot hope that it exists and in so
Abandoning it we may proceed
And find in the absence of it somewhere finally to go.
And so we come to
I
AM
WE ARE
ENTITLED ALIEN
Whatever I had intended to do, whatever I imagined to be important to articulate, to which to give voice, circumstance provided much more, guidance.
Sadly
Again.