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That line is the remnant, the unharvested margin, the unfinished fringe of the garment, the uncut sideburns, the irreducible remainder in pi, the excluded Levites in the census, the unseen seventh part of everything. It cannot be accounted for or contained, and yet we ignore its significance at our peril.

sometimes your whole life is that line you get trying to sweep up messes into a dustpan.

you sweep, sweep, sweep away, and that line thins out, but it doesn’t go away.

it just follows the dustpan.

i dont know how the metaphor closes, because mostly, what i do when sweeping, is kick the line away.

Mar 27
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