this is the story of how we begin to remember
it’s been so long since i last posted that i couldn’t remember the URL to sign in, and once i found the path through the file directory on my hard drive, i couldn’t remember the password. “under african skies” made for lovely background music during my search.
it’s 12:42pm on the day after christmas, the weekend kind of stressed me out, and i don’t want to go back to work tomorrow. i don’t want to do laundry now. i don’t want to face the postponed decisions that i always imagine i will take care of when i finally have some free time. i don’t want to remove the monkeys from my back.
i’ll give myself an A for productivity for remembering how to post. and i’ll go back to the accumulation and destroy it, and hopefully get enough clarity that i can fill the final moments of the evening singing “at the end of a perfect day,” or, since i don’t know the words, doing something else that doesn’t involve watching youtube videos.
