Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Tuesday, September 25, 2001

09/25/01 (the222problem)


things that are 222

09/05/01 ~11:45 AM
Deli on Madison and 65th.. woman buys salad by weight.. the price = 2.22

Dumpster cart in front of my apt.
On Flushing Ave.  Marked with numbers 222 in large 1ft. stencil.

09/23/01
Flight 1161 Air France from Edinburgh to Paris lands at local time
"twenty-two minutes after two" in the afternoon.
Published by G. Etranger at 4:12 PM

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