Recently I was listening to an NPR radio show called On Being – it was an episode called “Becoming Detroit,” about a new/old urbanist kind of movement in Detroit, the capital of American decadence. One of the people being interviewed in the show was named Wayne Curtis, and he quoted a bit of poetry, somewhat informally. I have no idea if it’s his poetry, or someone else’s – if it’s someone else’s, I was unable to google an attribution. But it stuck with me:
“One day I forgot name, age, sex, religion, address. I found myself.”
Not that I did that. It was just a sort of short conceptual bit of text that stuck with me. I’m kind of down lately.
