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Tonight is the perfect autumn night, chilly and quiet and dark after the new moon in Scorpio. I grill cheese on toast in my dimly lit kitchen and consume it with a glass of ale in my little nest on the couch, surrounded by notes and papers and books. The sulphurous lights of the port of Galway burn, steady as ever. I am reminded of the port in Oakland, where I lived for several years and where my thoughts return tonight.
"The tradition of the oppressed teaches us that the ‘state of emergency’ in which we live is not the exception but the rule. We must attain to a conception of history that is in keeping with this insight." - Walter Benjamin, "On the Concept of History"