THERE WAS AN ENDLESS SUCCESSION OF DAYS LOST; / THE CONTINUOUS SYNDROME OF WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. / THEN, THE MOVES, IN HASTE, ANARCHY IN EMOTION./ A SENSE OF ABSENCE WAS ALWAYS NEARBY; THAT/ HORROR OF BEING AND NOT BEING; AND WHEN THE BLOWOUT CAME, IT WAS A RELIEF, BELIEVE ME./ THE APPREHENSION OF THE ULTIMATE DEMAND, YES,/ WAS WELCOME--IMAGINE THAT--AN AVENUE OF ESCAPE!/ OH THIS LIFE! THIS GIFT OF GOOD AND EVIL SO ENTWINED THEY CANNOT BE SEPARATED AT ALL?/ NO ANSWERS, SO FAR, HAVE COME FROM THE QUESTION./ POISED, BIRD-LIKE, A DARK CLOUD, LOWERING ABOVE./ THE TENSIONS, MY GOD, OF THE DEADLY GAMES, ARE HEAVY;/ A SICKNESS PREVAILS; THE STOMACH TURNS; I ACHE./ HEADY PRAGMATIC ASUMPTIONS ARE THE NORM./ THE HIDDEN CORNERS PROLIFERATE; AND THE, YES,/ SHADOWS READILY LENGTHEN OVER EACH LIFE,/ PRESUMPTION, WE SHOULD KNOW, IS AN ANACHRONISM./ THERE I SOMETHING BEYOND PRIMITIVE PASSION FOR/ SURVIVAL. THE PRESERVER IS YOURSELF, ALWAYS./ WE WALK THESE HALLS EXPECTING SOMETHING, AND/ THAT SOMETHING IS VAGUENESS, INDEFINITE UNKNOWN,/ YET, AND I MUST QUALIFY THAT: THE LOSS OF IDENTITY/ IS NOT UPWARDS; IT CANNOT BE ASCERTAINED, NOR DOES/ THE FLIP OF A COIN PROVIDE THE ANSWER. YOU ARE/ BEING HELD DOWN; SUPPORT COMES FROM WITHIN./ IT IS THE GOLDEN AMBITION OF YOUTH, WHICH, IS PREDOMINATE; LATER, COMES THE WEARING CONCLUSION;/ THE WILL SURVIVES THE BODY ONLY TO A CERTAIN POINT./ BEYOND THAT, ALL IS UP FOR GRABS.
Medium: litho crayon
Title: Camp Lucky Strike, British soldier,
writing home
