I’ve also been sick

There’s an older lady who likes to say hi to Haku. She lives down the street from us. I’ll make a point to wave up at her if she’s out on her balcony when we’re walking by her building, or we’ll stop to chat a bit if our paths cross. It’s been a little while …
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The unlikely comfort of rhythms

When viewed from just a few steps remove, the tedium of daily experience takes on a profoundly absurd quality. Everything, from the everyday little dramas on the one hand to the yawning abyss of the Unknown on the other—I can see the absurdity in it, can see the absurdity in myself and my emotions. And at the same time I feel everything reduced to this very specific and, at times, visceral point—I’m grieving … Continue reading The unlikely comfort of rhythms