The evening was the evening.

Imperfect allies are not the enemy.

the great pain of being human.

Think new thoughts

If only there were 36 hours in a day, and 24 of those hours were daylight.

I am afraid to hope. I am utterly convinced that anything I let myself want, I will not get.

The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born: now is the time of monsters.

Life is good except when life is bad. The good and the bad are wrapped around one another like the Escher print of the hand drawing the hand

shoes and ships and sealing-wax and cabbages and kings

I can’t do a thing about any of it. So reading the news is just like picking a scab: Should stop, don’t know how.

Art is to be given away, like love or like peace. Animals, plants, and people are life, and life is to be kept.

We are in a place where perception matters more than reality. Which makes it increasingly difficult to care about reality.

But long ago, I accepted the fact that in this lifetime, at least, my role is to bear witness. Monitor & annotate!

patches of snow

But never miss out on an opportunity to beat up on yourself, right?

you are incapable of love if can’t love anything when it’s ugly

Forgive yourself and move on already

Regrets are only useful if there’s some chance at a do-over since regrets needle you to do things over in a different way.

I forgive myself.

neck crick.