sometimes on glum days like this when the sky broods gray and the world has no cheerful colours to splay one wonders about punctuation. what would happen if our lives ran past all the commas and fullstops and galloped through the semi-colons and the dashes and the much favoured ellipsis . . . what would happen if we ran through the question marks (that punctuate so much of our lives every day) - in the tumult of our motion we would rush through all our masks rushing through our differences true and perceived (sometimes i think you make too much of them) - and running on breathlessly would we come to a desperate sigh and stop to catch our breath? at that point, we might see waiting for us a mere exclamation mark; but perhaps by then it is already too late.
amit mukerjee
albany, 10 Dec 2002