April 19, 2009


"In mythology Aurora is the goddess of the dawn; rises from the ocean, drawn by celestial horses Lampus and Phaethon, and with rosy fingers raises the veil of night, shedding light upon the world."
I learned this in the dark, with blurry vision and belched up words, squinted eyes by the naked burning bulb hanging from the ceiling. Her morning light isn't as clean as they had boasted. It washed over me in a thick mist of debris, aged and tired, suggesting how wrong we were to assume the timelessness of the gods. And as the goddess soars above little men below her are nailing the world down into place, driving forks and digging trenches in the soil, spending weekends at the golf course.

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