Emmanuel Quartey

Curious about cities, patterns, media, and marginalia.

A poem about endings, found on Hacker News

Sometimes I think
we could have gone on.
All of us. Trying. Forever.

But they didn’t fill
the desert with pyramids.
They just built some. Some.

They’re not still out there,
building them now. Everyone,
everywhere, gets up, and goes home.

Yet we must not
diabolize time. Right?
We must not curse the passage of time.

Jennifer Michael Hecht, “On the Strength of All Conviction and the Stamina of Love”

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