motto.

In the dark times, will there also be singing?
Yes, there will be singing.
About the dark times.

impulse control.

admittedly, he has begun to express feelings
of forgetting to write down
the id on the chalkboard.
think of it as a to-do list:
milk, vegetables, eggs,
pick up dry cleaning,
find better ways to cope. at our
core, we are all animals. like darwin
we shall overcome this
by putting newly encountered species
on our dinner plates.
why? it is the unconscious driving approach.
the secrets of the scientific method
are a by-product of digestions. the to-do:
pleasure, aggression. you do it once, you do it
three times. sometimes it helps you escape,
sometimes you can get lonely at sea.
all we can do is adjust, try to quietly shift
with the wind.
even if it means
a split infinitive.

resetting your wrist(watch).

sunday morning, one minute past mass, or 9:31 (which sounds just a little more reasonable). here we go again, the lucky ones to have brumbled past the black-hole hold of the earth spinning round the sun on its axis, we the ones as the closest fists to the sun. we the ones with closed fists, we who won over by thems run over the unlucky dogs again, who's gonna clean up the mess, who's always got caught by the sludge in the bucket, a lucky moment to remember you love the rain. if it's even only a shower. you who never knows the temperature of this water, but will adjust accordingly, even if it always means fiddling with the knobs. could be jet lag, could be old age.

four days in, and each morning i'm brunching.