History, as it is lived, is a reeling spiral of flight and return the iterative reawakening of new selves in familiar places a never-ending interrogation of our own confused and confusing motives a messy slather of dots on a graph where the center can be plotted only retrospectively. History, as it is taught, is a straight line of dominoes falling - the relentless clack of fact hitting fact, an orderly queue of causality stretching on forever. GAY BAR Why We Went Out By Jeremy Atherton Lin
