________________________________________________________________________________ "The lone runner" The lone runner carried his country's flag in the marathon. He knew no one, and the crowds were ignorance of the proud symbol of his native land. With tears, he ran kilometer after kilometer, already missing his wife and children, his dear father who, through considerable suffering, had sent him to this foreign city, and his mother, who so recently had passed away. He ran, saddened by memories of his native village, ran past those ignorant spectators cheering him on, as if from a great distance. He ran, hoping that his littlest girl would recover from a wasting illness, still undiagnosed. And he ran, carrying proudly the flag from his native land, the flag that had been won with such difficulty from the oppressive and colonial regimes which had dominated his people for most of the past half-century. The lone runner ran, and ran, and the people cheered, "and they knew not whereof they cheered." # distributed via : no commercial use without permission # is a moderated mailing list for net criticism, # collaborative text filtering and cultural politics of the nets # more info: majordomo@bbs.thing.net and "info nettime-l" in the msg body # archive: http://www.nettime.org contact: nettime@bbs.thing.net ________________________________________________________________________________ no copyright 2000 rolux.org - no commercial use without permission. is a moderated mailing list for the advancement of minor criticism. post to the list: mailto:inbox@rolux.org. more information: mailto:minordomo@rolux.org, no subject line, message body: info rolux. further questions: mailto:rolux-owner@rolux.org. home: http://rolux.org/lists - archive: http://rolux.org/archive