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Stormy PoeticJustice
Tomorrow Never Comes
(It's All the Same Fucking Day)
In the West, we think of time
as something to be chased.
We work to make it fit
into too-small spaces –
cramming it into our
already jam-packed lives.
We march toward the
enigmatic concept of
“the future” –
ignoring the fact that
today was once a part
of that future.
Why aren’t we happy with today?
What is so special about tomorrow?
27 May 2001
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