• a scrap of coffee, deep inside the cup, rediscovered
  • essay I sort of said yes to, then not really no but by not sending the email asked to the address indicated was that sort of shuffling look at the floor undergraduate moment of saying no without actually taking the responsibility to say no. And now it is expected. An essay sprint is unfolding. Three things can happen next. The work is shit. I write something of value but, since it is the essayist’s version of ex tempore it lacks sufficient citation to get by. I learn how to stop burrowing quite so much and just write out what I think and know and leave it at that, and it works. Opportunity, as they say.
  • hills hurt