One of my greatest fears is that time will quit working right. It's no irrational fear, before it happened before and because all I can remember is a jumbled mess of fragments, disjointed limbs, whole expanses of time and space that skidded past, whole hours and days and stretches of floor worn into grooves. I like to think that I did everything I ( Read more... )

I am having a feeling that is unfamiliar. But when we meet feelings that are unfamiliar, what do we do? Surely, we don't kiss them on the cheeks (left-right-left-right) or sniff their back ends and all up the side like dogs or grab for the dichotomous key or even the field guide or chart out the intervals and re-build the chord, moving the root to ( Read more... )

Sometimes you've got to take a moment. For me, right now at least, that means closing all of the tabs open in Firefox that have anything to do with grad school applications except that one because it was so hard to find... I need to write something else that is NOT about me. Here goes.

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Everything is always blurry for a while after this happens.

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The down side of cemetery projects: tick bites.

I am better than filling this place with posts like the last one. I should not write what I am so irrationally irate ( Read more... )

shut up. shut up. shut up ( Read more... )

"If the feelings exist somewhere inside you at an intensity of 10, & you only let yourself feel them at an 8, it takes much longer. Kind of like making a fist, & seeing how long you can hold it -- if you hold your fist tight to just about 80% of your strength, you can hold it quite a long time. If, however, you hold your fist as tight as you ( Read more... )