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![Page 2 of “An Exorcism” - The script, in case it may be difficult to read in this compressed JPEG: “The author Irving Howe once stated that “perhaps because it had so little else to give its people, the South nurtured in them a generous and often obsessive sense of the past.” That sense of past forges our identity in blood. It’s like we are rooted to the ground here itself, and to all the layers of memory and soil and clay that stains our toes on muddy summer afternoons. Sometimes, though, I feel trapped. Not grounded by roots but stuck waist-deep in marshland mud and swampmuck… Surrounded by a briar patch homeland like Brer Rabbit… A fly, swallowed by a pitcher plant. But those swamps are disappearing, aren’t they? And so too are the pitcher plants.” [Tombow marker, micron]](http://26.media.tumblr.com/NQKKgKVqXks2g1zxm5npRgqWo1_400.jpg)
Page 2 of “An Exorcism” - The script, in case it may be difficult to read in this compressed JPEG: “The author Irving Howe once stated that “perhaps because it had so little else to give its people, the South nurtured in them a generous and often obsessive sense of the past.” That sense of past forges our identity in blood. It’s like we are rooted to the ground here itself, and to all the layers of memory and soil and clay that stains our toes on muddy summer afternoons. Sometimes, though, I feel trapped. Not grounded by roots but stuck waist-deep in marshland mud and swampmuck… Surrounded by a briar patch homeland like Brer Rabbit… A fly, swallowed by a pitcher plant. But those swamps are disappearing, aren’t they? And so too are the pitcher plants.” [Tombow marker, micron]
