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Palimpsest

3/8/20 Sunday’s drip away so sweet. There is sunshine in the air on this March afternoon, and a breeze that says “it’ll be ok.” I’m not too sure I should listen to the voices on the wind anymore, though. They always tell you the opposite of the thing you’re not entirely sure you don’t want.Continue reading “Palimpsest”

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Ceramic Seat

3/7/20 Does writing a day into memory lessen its significance on my life if I do it while taking a shit? Or is it lifted to a new, holistic experience? My body is processing. I am living, experiencing, and following through on years of evolutionary planning. When I sit on a porcelain throne and remindContinue reading “Ceramic Seat”

Celestial String

3/6/20 Marie might be a little upset with me. I’ll be honest—I’m actually writing this the morning after the 6th as I was tired as a dog last night. Hence, the frustration of my wife. I got home around 5:30pm dog tired. Amelia was down for a nap, and Marie was picking up. We satContinue reading “Celestial String”

Slug

3/5/20 Soft sickness—like a wilting flower still soaking up the sun—drips off of my body. My throat aches more than it has before so I now talk with a booming baritone. Any cough pinches at my vocal cords and reminds me I am (as of right now) limited. I have boundaries. My abilities are lockedContinue reading “Slug”

Fishing Line

3/3/20 Tonight is actually the first night that I am just typing up my diary post instead of writing it, then typing it, then carving it into stone, then remembering it verbatim, then chanting it to myself as I list away into an incandescent plane of dreams and terrors. It’s a little odd. There’s somethingContinue reading “Fishing Line”

Phlegm

3/2/20 I stayed home sick today. Technically, Amelia and I stayed home sick today. And, even more technically speaking, Amelia stayed home sick & I worked from home. Whatever work stuff needed done (for the most part) got done, and I was home before 4:15pm. By that I mean I was home, inside, all day.Continue reading “Phlegm”

Composed of Bubbles

3/1/20 Well, it’s March. Not quite sure how to feel about the slow dead, creep of time. As a bystander of time, it’s interesting to look in. I still remember Christmas Eve, New Year’s, & President’s Day like they were yesterday, but then I realize weeks—months—have passed without stopping. The days of my life formContinue reading “Composed of Bubbles”

.38

2/28/20 When or why is the right time to make a blog post? Fuck me & my brain I called writing in my diary a blog post. Sure, the outcome is going on an internet diary, which is just a bastardized way of saying blog. It’s all semantics. Is a diary for recounting or reflecting?Continue reading “.38”

Consume

2/27/20 Meh. Just gotta write 250 words then type the shit, take a picture, & try to get it up in time for people to see it. And here’s the secret: (this is late). I try my hardest but everything goes to quickly sometimes. Will it always be like this, or has it always beenContinue reading “Consume”

Hives

2/26/20 Oh how diseases grow like humans: slightly, then all at once, then in the weirdest places, then, just as it starts to feel permanent, it vanishes. We are the bacteria striving to succeed; working to reproduce and & leave a legacy loathing with growth, loss, death, life. Where do we go? How do weContinue reading “Hives”