a lot of my words lately have been happening in real life. spoken or signed. or thought and trapped there.
i came to the realization recently that my inner life has its own merit, and not every thought needs to be written down. it seems counterintuitive to even type this. mostly i'm trying to excuse my written absence over the past few days, and the fact that i still have nothing to write here.
a lot has been going on. very little of it has even been penned. i fear the eventual loss of my memory.
i could very happily start every day the way i started this one.
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