Monday

  • temperance is its own reward and cost
  • I will be flying for 48 hours to spend 96 hours over the other side of the world, to stand up (perhaps) to talk for 20 minutes. That is fucked.
  • there is a tightening distress that rises while trying to find a lid for the container in my hand in the pit of the ‘plastics draw’. This distress is unreasonable in the way my sense of what counts as order and structure is so futile fragile flimsy

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