a letter to the reason
On his birthday, I wax poetic on what FunkyPlaid has come to mean to me.
This will be brief, because I am extremely ill today due to accidentally ingesting gluten in last night’s dinner. The worst part is that I dread eating the next day so much I tend to avoid it until I can’t anymore, and then scarf something vaguely disgusting down just to have some nutrition. Clearly I [...]
It is absolutely remarkable what happens when you choose to let go of fear. It is a choice, of course, not immediately apparent while we are clinging to it, like a necklace worn so long its weight no longer registers. If this seems to be a melodramatic way to talk about changing RSS-feed-reading patterns, perhaps [...]
FunkyPlaid and I were at the store until late last night, so I didn’t post my non-progress on the RSS fast. No matter; absolutely nothing has changed. I spend my time writing, reading, and puzzle-solving instead, and my stress levels are markedly down. Now I am absolutely convinced that I need to ditch my RSS [...]
The way a morning comes upon you, discovering you in sleep, slicing golden on the lid, opening the Ziploc of your dream, is not how the poets would have you think. Not even this one. It is not a stealing softly, nor is it an infusion of warmth. After a night spent dwelling in (not [...]
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