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Many People I Know In Los Angeles Believe That The Sixties Ended Abruptly On August 9, 1969, Ended At The Exact Moment When Word Of The Murders On Cielo Drive Traveled Like Brushfire Through The Community, And In A Sense This Is True. The Tension Broke That Day. The Paranoia Was Fulfilled.

New York Is Full Of People . . . With A Feeling For The Tangential Adventure, The Risky Adventure, The Interlude That's Not Likely To End In Any Double-ring Ceremony.

Was It Only By Dreaming Or Writing That I Could Find Out What I Thought?

Life Changes In The Instant. The Ordinary Instant.

It Occurs To Me That We Allow Ourselves To Imagine Only Such Messages As We Need To Survive.