Dispatch № 104: Possibility
With less than a week left in the year, and with less than a week left for me in my thirties, I am feeling an uncharacteristic sense of hope and optimism.
READ MOREWith less than a week left in the year, and with less than a week left for me in my thirties, I am feeling an uncharacteristic sense of hope and optimism.
READ MOREMounds of burnable garbage, bundles of cardboard, stacks of old clothes bound with twine, old furniture broken down into pieces, sandwich bags full of old batteries—just about anything you can imagine, really, and the volume increases strikingly as December’s days run out and the new year approaches.
READ MOREAttention to detail counts for a lot, as does consistency, and both become supercharged by regular and deliberate practice.
READ MOREWhen we departed and walked home, I already knew I wanted to go back, soon and often.
READ MOREA thick black line drawn through her name, as she would not be attending.
READ MOREPlants are good at that, at keeping secrets subterranean and contained.
READ MOREIn the winter months, kerosene trucks drive slowly through neighborhoods in the evening, making their presence known with a repeating announcement played over a loudspeaker, accompanied by the tune of an old children’s song.
READ MOREIn the context of universal infinite immensity, the shrine is vanishingly small. We as humans even more so.
READ MORENothing stays buried forever. No matter how deep in the sand, eventually things emerge. What happens after that, though, is anyone’s guess.
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