Here, sitting in my cube trying to be, still here, just here, still and quiet with the Grateful Dead “Don’t murder me, I beg of you don’t murder me, please don’t murder me” Trying to do, here, nothing here, but listen, shut out inside voice, emails there and their instant messages. “I was born in the desert […]
tripping deeply a proverbial big toe caught on something unseeable like jet black stone on dark path at night and being unseen, remaining unknowable, like the vague face of a passerby calling out your name while your steady powers of facial recall fail to produce a name and draw into doubt the idea that you really ever knew […]
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