Wow. It’s
taken nearly six moons, but I believe I may be getting my shit together,
finally. How is it possible that I have extended such generosity of spirit,
such blind affability in the face of true disrespect? It helps to be a little
bit dumb – it protects you, in a way, from the gross, beleaguered shitshow of the inevitable. But there is no long-term
protection, there is no solution but to face the day as it faces you. And the
writing is thick and black upon the wall. If not now, then when? All the lives
that breathed before me will it, and spirit is on my side.
1 comment:
Hello Britt. I am glad to hear the daemons of writing and wonder are visiting you again. I can see the breathless epithets coming in already. Jumani
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