Diary of a Wobbly Balancer, February 27
This is not a feel-good post, it's not even a feel-bad post, it's a post from the slipstream, feeling the undertow, but training my eyes elsewhere. I did make a bunch of calls this week, and, yes,
This is not a feel-good post, it's not even a feel-bad post, it's a post from the slipstream, feeling the undertow, but training my eyes elsewhere. I did make a bunch of calls this week, and, yes,
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And I've been involved in Doctors for Camp Closure (D4CC) work, and in anti-Hopkins police work,
It's all not nothing, it's all (as mathematicians call it) epsilon, de minimis.
I wish I had a feel good conclusion, I wish this wrapped up nicely with a bow, but I also know this is not a monotonic trend towards worse and worse years, not forever.
learned to fill myself
with starts.
Here's my paters.
Here's my blue.
I just wanted to write
again and say
how much I've
failed you." -- https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/42355/dear-lacuna-dear-lard