why am I writing about the moon?
And meanwhile my thoughts escape me, disintegrating before I know what they were.
reality testing
The reality of my dreams isn’t so different from the reality of my waking life.
the glitter jar
Maybe it’s just the feeling of being alive.
love hurts
I have to be willing to feel bad.
young woman peeling apples
The external world falls completely away, and nothing exists beyond the mind and hands.
the library in the cloud
I liked being in on the secret of the tunnels under the library.
library anxiety
I especially feel queasy among the stacks.
the consolation of history
Things have always been terrible.
nothing at stake
Or maybe everything is at stake.
no escaping karma
I’m disappointed in myself all the same.