I check my heart now, and I find that there is still a feeling there, of something hot and struggling.
I roll my eyes back under my closed lids, and there is the sense of opening in the middle of my forehead.
The chest thing is like fighting for words and the forehead thing is pure and empty, like after all the words have been said.
There now.
Belief. I have the biology of it. All I need is the stuff to put in there. All I need are the words.
The Gathering by Anne Enright (2007)
One hour drive freeway north, winding road south home.
No telling what he’s thinking – could be counting down to leap.
Change the clock twice a year, OR ELSE, some institutions will need to adjust their operating hours.
Going back to permanent Standard Hours has been tried before, and failed after two years.
What is the issue about the light & night that we keep forgetting?
Things form in my brain. They get bigger & bigger until I must write them down to free up some space in my head.
It’s the same way a chicken lays an egg. When people eat that egg, the chicken is probably thinking, Really? You like that? It just came out of my butt.
Mike Reiss in Springfield Confidential
Picture the pants being parents to the socks.
