Orbital path leads me round the stack of potential futures. The conundrum of throwing away the blueprints, years in the making, is still a paramount feature of my resistance. What does it mean to be? As if waxing philosophical about the lot I've sowed will bring relief.
Like a moth to a flame,
I'll never learn;
Again and again
In vain I burn.
We didn't get the place. We didn't even apply, as the den was big enough for, perhaps, a bed. Now there are no two-bedroom places in town for less than a grand. It's going to be insane trying to find a place for November, let alone the fifteenth.
My family are in town this weekend to visit my grandfather, who is in palliative care. I can't deal with everything going on right now, so I'm ignoring the most important things in my life so that I feel fine. Desensitized. Ignorant to the red calendar circles and egdewise conscience.
However strangely, happy also.
Friday
Ethical Treatment of Self
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Ok! this is a bit of a delay but yeah you can always crash at my place.When you are in Vancouver. Just send me a line on facebook or my blog or email me or the thousands of other ways you connect with someone in this day and age:D
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