I close my eyes and think of all the things I don’t want. And visualize them rolling by, vacuum cleaners, 3D tvs, new phones and cars and hand bags, a neat house in the suburbs.

I think of how unhappy these things would make me and then I am free. If you don’t want these things they can never have you.

Then I think of wood and I think of my bones as wood, something slow and put here a long time ago.

by Robert Montgomery


Published

21 July 2011

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