there isn't an anchor anywhere.
there isn't an anchor in the drift of the world. Oh no.
I thought you were. Oh no. The drift of the world.
--Bronk
Before Robinson there was only Robinson. When you've lost sense of direction there is no Englishman, no Saracen.
start again. the drift of the world brought me here...
There isn't much left. These islands of the heart.
--K. Irby.
Where are you from?, she asked
Originally?
No, but where are you really from?, demanded the racist
Originally?
Country of origin?, asked the pale looking official.
I come from the land of the pure, where the purer the land the more bitter the almonds, he said, lyingly. Then Robinson looked out to the sea and remembered the colours:
"And everything will be as it was then. All shall be blue around me, and in the midst of the blue my heart will be innocent and free, and will beat gently..."
--Isak D.

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