Day 1967, road.

Daily picture, Poetry

Standing on a crossroad

is what I thought when I looked

~

I saw only the road

looking back

and forwards

disappear in the distance

~

and no other way

The declaration of love marks the transition from chance to destiny, and that’s why it is so perilous and so burdened with a kind of horrifying stage fright.

Alain Badiou

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