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I've never forgotten what it was like,
that age of magical thinking,
very young and reading.
It all seemed so dull once i realized
nothing spectacular was
going to happen.
The birds would rise from the wire
to land on the wire
further down.
Any god we have is out there,
I'd hate to be certain
there was nothing.
The pursuit of oblivion, what is that?
I am weary of all the old
leftover assumptions,
But what else really
do we have
to go on?
—formed from an interview with Louise Erdrich, the Paris Review no. 195
