In the repertoire of life, repeat performances
are never given. Improvisation is the aesthetic,
variations on a theme. Beginnings
in the realm of moments forever ending.
“Once upon a time,” echoing throughout
eternity. Calls for, “Play it again” are heard
but never repeated. Even our memories
change over time, one thing changing another.
I could carry a sign – The Life and Times of Byron
Hoot – and know how true and false the story,
how impossible the task of words to catch
experience, how life improvises what I would
otherwise leave out.
-Byron Hoot
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