i haven’t intentionally worn white for well over half a year, but i wore it tonight. there’s a type of mystification around this occurrence of brightness, since i don’t yet understand what it means. but it feels like some decisive point in a battle. i’ve been looking forward to, and dreading, writing this tonight. ofContinue reading “an imaginary, unrecorded story”
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muscle and might
the somatic expression of my underlying attitudes is quite persistent. while i wish i could exercise, eat, and sleep in moderation, there’s usually an inequality of stress placed on one of those points. last night it was eating. tomorrow it may be sleep. exercise will cycle back around eventually. what’s missing in this picture isContinue reading “muscle and might”
rebooking
plans are the fiction of their scheduling world. we create them ideally, then back them up with other guesses to create a spherical revolution of air. although i’ve raved about the benefits of to-do lists and outlines to block out time, there’s a solid amount of anxious hesitation before i engage in creating a forward-thinking,Continue reading “rebooking”
one with the sun
i’m scared of the dark. it’s less about the paranormal spirits and psychopath stabbers, though i must say those pesky frights do contaminate my train of thought in an unfinished basement. what really terrifies me is the end of another day, when we must come to terms with our actions and face the character waitingContinue reading “one with the sun”
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