I am learning to tell the difference between writing and wishing.
A biggest fear: someone other than me not feeling understood.
My default setting: persistently nod along.
It is one of the most tragic banalities of human existence that everything you are not can be a significant factor in everything that you are.
These little unrelated pebbles, dropped randomly on the ground or in the water, it doesn’t matter where: I jump to avoid them and am changed.
I understand anything in this world by pushing it away. I mean by writing it down.