L'Air du Temps

The Wolf and the Sufi What if I told you a story about the past for instance that soap is the dirt we buy that it lacks clarity and leaves the tongue standing alone that it scares us The leaves are not for the actual or the potential world or the fields in the actual or potential world But they rattle and still sell a lot of tickets I’ve been living with the willow of American speech in a hollow where the seasons seem old the stars of September seem worn and in that moment we always imagine the worst Later we imagine the past when it’s light enough to read by and we can get out of these second-hand clothes