. . . I won’t pretend
    To be an historian, how could I, when I
          have no idea
    Of today’s date. Though I know we
          embarked one morning early
    In May, I have no idea how long ago that
          was
   And I don’t care. I breathe, I twist my
          hair. I watch
   The sea. At times it resembles an eye
    But it isn’t watching me.
--from “The Distance” by Lyn Hejinian 
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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