Poems
I read a poem called "Fuit Ilium" which I wrote early in 1998; that poem was amazingly prescient, and I wrote a new poem tonight called "Of Non-Existing Country" which continues its thought.
In 1998 (and every couple of months thereafter until the beginning of 2000) I wrote a bunch of poems which explained myself to myself pretty well. Unfortunately, I then proceeded to forget all about them (partly because most of them were on a hard drive that I couldn't read all that time).
