I love the past, which doesn't exist until I summon it, or make it up, and love how you believe and certify me by your belief, whoever you are, a fiction too, held together by what? Personality? Voice? I love abstractions, I love to give them a nouny place to live, a firm seat in the balcony of ideas, while music plays. I love them more than hard evidence and shapely stones, more than money, which can buy time, but not enough. I love love, for example, its diminishments and renewals, I love being the stupidest happy kid on the block. Stephen Dunn

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