documentation that I’m not a light-packer
mosaic at Sally’s.
my sentences come out backwards and I use the same word again and again, grammar stilted, and in speaking — it’s not just that I can’t find the words — I can’t find the idea.
it will be over soon. 4/14/17.
in the meantime, I’m taking photos to retroactively document. they are to accompany my next essay, atlas of my best-beloveds.
I keep claiming that 2016 wasn’t that bad, that it was just complicated. I said it again last night.
A lot of people died and somehow 2016 led to 2017 and our terrifying future. That is unequivocally, profoundly bad.
But, I enter 2017 transformed and vulnerable. Last year’s intention was effort & vulnerable. I do an excellent job with my intentions. And that’s what made 2016 complicated.
when I say I want to look at, think about, something new — it is me. I want to jolt me.