too long, really

‘but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted?’ – Jesus Christ (KJB)

‘[History repeats,] the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce.’ – Karl Marx

‘but Oh! that magic feeling – nowhere to go…’ – McCartney/Lennon

I picked up my kid in a parking lot down next to the creek and there was an old camper van parked on a far corner of the pavement. Bundles and blankets were spilling out of broken screen windows, and a short-haired dog was tied to the front bumper, drinking from a plastic bowl. A long-haired guy probably thirty was propped against one side of the rig, contemplating some object in his hand.

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