November

Can I feel the days getting shorter? Is this just psychosomatism, or is it something closer to the soil? There is winter in my bones, and autumn on my skin.

I had dinner with one of my sisters, and this is likely contributing to how I’m feeling. Family always fucks me up this way. I don’t know how to be comfortable with where I come from.

It troubles me that I do my best work when I’m troubled. I spent all day designing for restraint (always restraint), and I created and deleted more in one day than I’ve done in the last year. I need to channel this, while it lasts.

There is something more here, and I need to find and follow it.

If you’re running in a fog too thick to see, you might as well close your eyes.

2 thoughts on “November

  1. The fog … it’s beautiful.

    I wandered through the fog today. My neighbours met me. I saw God. For some reason, I could divide by zero. The overnight rate for the Federal Reserve became negative.

    In short, the fog today was beautiful.

  2. If you’re running in a fog too thick to see, you might as well close your eyes.

    That would explain people’s driving this morning.

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