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I keep wondering if winter should be this hard. Pushing in the darkness. Nothing as absurd as Sisyphus, but something as plodding as a sloth. There’s an invisible resistance. I’ll go swimming later today. If I think about it now, it becomes overwhelming. All I have to do first, then the train and the locker…
(This is a cross-post from my process journal, which is password protected.) I was talking to my doctor about this new project – examining memory. My insistence on the idea that our present determines our past and not vice versa. How if our memories are reconstructed every time we call them up, we are necessarily…
There’s a thread you follow. It goes amongthings that change. But it doesn’t change. William Stafford Someone wrote that it is pretentious to begin a blog post with a quote. I disagree. Many someone-elses write that it is foolish to begin a year with resolutions, that we are bound to fail. But I think…
I spent ten minutes looking for the cinnamon in the kitchen. The counters, the shelves. I even checked the refrigerator because finding lost items there seems to be a thing lately. I gave up and sat down to write, only to notice the cinnamon on the edge of the desk. At least I can start…
I woke up angry today. It doesn’t happen often. I put the gentle lead on Leonard and we headed out into the dark. After I crossed the street, I realised I hadn’t really looked both ways. Talk about self-destructive spite. I have no idea what’s going on. I figure some frustrating dream took hold and…