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My father now travels by himself. He shields himself with his sensible windbreaker while puttering around Civil War battlefields, state capitol buidlings.

I see my father puttering around a track. Every day is a track he traces around a certain number of times until the day is done.

He is a collector, too, like Henry, scavenging in the world for objects to protect him.

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Kate Zambreno, Book of Mutter (Semiotext(e), 2017) : 46, 195, 46 : link
 

5 November 2025