it’s been three weeks and a day.
i know this not because i’ve been keeping track, but because i have a calendar near by that i can check. were i to have guessed, i would have said it’s been longer.
though i try my very hardest, i am at a loss for words.
something occured to me:
i cut off all my hair, and am in mourning. although in some cultures those two things might be related, in my case they are not.
funny what you think of in times like these.
i am happy. i’m warm and clean, listening to good music on the way to bed. both the past and the future are filled with good.
don’t let me forget that.