It’s been a year of eeking out a sentence here or there, a small revision or a bit of processing at night, before bed, under covers and pillows. Pushing the foggy-tied thoughts of a blurry existence and pulling through a sort of focus just long enough to watch it fade away. I find I’m not sure how to spell things like pry or existence anymore. I add an “h” or an “s” where none is needed, or even wanted. But that is the way things have gone, isn’t it? We didn’t want this or ev
“In your diary, you quoted old Jiko saying something about not-knowing, how not-knowing is the most intimate way or did I just dream that?
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I think maybe it’s true, even though I don’t really like uncertainty. I’d much rather ‘know’, but then again, not-knowing keeps all the possibilities open. It keeps all the worlds alive.” – Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being Oftentimes when uncertainty comes rushing in and it is the only