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In the Realm of Possibility

In the Realm of Possibility Oh, to be back in the township of risk, in the village of chance, in the state of doubt and uncertainty, feeling like you actually belong there, where youth and health are everyone’s business; your vocation: assembling imagination and luck. You think this time would be diVerent, you would seize the opportunity, you would take good fortune to heart, and not be so dead set on leaving, your pockets jingling with change, every step you took, every decision you made, taking you further away until you Wnally arrived at what you’d never have guessed would be your last destination: this country of regret, this land of limitation, this world of the backward look, and you a solid citizen of comfort and security, with memory, that poor relation, your only traveling companion. And yet, you shouldn’t sell anyone short. Poor relations are 53 better than none. Who’s to say she can’t be your sweetheart, your queen, in the kingdom of the ordinary, the empire of the mundane? It’s well within the realm of possibility. 54 ...