We who seek charms to push back against necrosis of thought say “no aeronauts without windshield wipers in this house! It’s unsanitary.”
Still, we reap our rewards at the end of a hard day’s treading water.
Old friends encountered bolster us with comments in sensible prose.
And so, we separate mirror language from anamorphist reduplication and aim instead for a productive redoubling in the realm of rock-pairing.
-From the journals of Klaus Kostenbauer, spontaneous overseer and fragment-theoretician of recreational greenspace along the Rideau River.