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Here we come to a turning of the seasons
witness to the arc towards the sun...
– The Decemberists, 'Don't Carry It All'
Here I am in one-room condo. Here I am, slightly drunk midday on the weekend, yearning for peace.
Maybe this can be a commonplace book online where I think aloud. Maybe it can be a way to synthesize all my thoughts and experiences and the things I want to think more about in a way that doesn't put pressure on me to be polished, and allows me to be indulgent, and yields more.