In the dawn D. watched a japanese gangta movie from the 70's...it employed several film making techniques in an excellent manner...down below the hill the agora was peaceful...a cold front had settled in...alone in the early morning....he thought of the dyln line, throw my memory into a ditch...his younger persona was gone...the hippie days....an illusion....although he was still an avid practitioner of yoga...it had always been existential....that is, alone, in one's world...identity defined by actions...
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