"My day demanded to see my passport and take my finger prints.
But I had a hidden identity. My day searched me. It did not discover my tenderness.
Will the young people of the future cultivate the earth?
We are not united in a longing for dead planets. We are united in a longing for the palms of the hands."
'The Song of the Red Ruby', Agnar Mykle, 1963, translated from the Norwegian
26/1/1984, Thursday
But I had a hidden identity. My day searched me. It did not discover my tenderness.
Will the young people of the future cultivate the earth?
We are not united in a longing for dead planets. We are united in a longing for the palms of the hands."
'The Song of the Red Ruby', Agnar Mykle, 1963, translated from the Norwegian
26/1/1984, Thursday
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