Sitting in my chair and staring out the window, trying to figure out what's important.

I always write best when I'm writing around the margins of everything else I have to do in my life.

Is there any point to putting a message in a bottle if you know that bottle is gonna end up on the ocean floor?

no one else would get a kick out of all my strange little eccentricities and contradictions, no one else would ever find them endearing

Except I don't feel like I'm waiting to die, I feel like there are rabbits and penguins still to be drawn from the magician's top hat.

We are the objects of vast physical & sociological forces that buffet us about, irrespective of our views on personal destiny.

Going through my small trove of worldly possessions deciding which to toss and which are essential to happiness.

A minder! Yes, that's exactly it. Someone who tracks you. Someone who is noticing the small victories & defeats of your day-by-day.

But I have to trust that at this point, "boring" is an avoidance mechanism. Even if it reads "boring" to me, it won't be to an audience.

As long as I am alive, I will be the witness to your life.

You can ask for what you want.

I keep telling myself to THINK NEW THOUGHTS but it's hard to think of the things you've never thought of before.

How's a defenseless little mammal like me supposed to survive in this world of thundering dinosaur stupidity?

Took a wrong turn ended on wrong road. But ofc, there're no such things as wrong turns; u r always exactly where the Universe wants u to 2 b

I'm an archivist. This is why the Universe plopped me down into this particular time/space continuum.

judge less and ask more

As the I Ching reminds us: Perseverance furthers.

Bearing witness is important. But so, so, so, so draining.

I'm a mouse trained on scraps! The things that keep me happy are so small! All I need is an audience for an hour & a chance to show off.

She was exercising her First Amendment right to bear witness. She died.