Sitting, in my morning chair, reading Dostoevsky and Bradbury and Teju Cole and Dylan Thomas... I unfocus my stare and in this distant reading I see hills and hollars of sentences and paragraphs and punctuation and white space paths. Monumental. I could never raise these up. Is it enough to climb and walk them? Will this suffice?
@dogtrax I was a paperboy.I got the Sunday 'funny pages' on Thursday along with other sections.We would pre-stuff those so that all we had to do on Sunday was one more 'stuff'. I felt like I was in a time machine, reading what was embargoed for everyone else. Comic strips meant a lot to me along with the editorial page and the sports page. I read two newspapers a day because I delivered two of them a day. And comics were at their heart. That's everyday literacy. How to do that now? #smallstories
Sometimes I need to respond to a post but I know it might be brutal. I use an annotation tool like Hypothes.is and post it for my eyes only. The total numbers of these self-silenced posts is growing and I am beginning to wonder if they might become 'infected' and a danger to me. I used to write secrets to myself and then burn them in the fire. That was very satisfying, but the delete key is just not the same. Yes, I worry. I really do. #smallstories
As I've been cleaning out my house this past few months I've found many boxes of pencils, markers and crayons, which I've aggregated in a single box, after testing to see if they still work.
My kids and wife don't do anything with these now days, and I don't do much. As we move, I'm wondering if they will go with us or to Goodwill.
How quickly night turns into day. Not when you’re watching and waiting. Only when you’re not. When you’ve turned to do something else. Then you remember. You look, and the sky is now layered white and pink and blue. The pink is soon to disappear, vapors of horizontal colors left only in the memory of the moment. Tomorrow, it will happen all over again. #smallstories