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some early days are homebody days, spent lounging about, going nowhere, thinking of nothing but slowness, reading maybe, a few words pressed onto a page by a cheap pen (a drink or two perhaps, sullen or glowing).

most are unlike today, keen focus on the tasks at hand, high productivity at work, seething with possibility (i am falling in love with it again) and this, more than good weather or regular sex, is a soothing influence over the range of emotions a day can take (each of us can take a piece of this and carry with him/herself and use broadstrokes to knock down overapreciated walls or end cravings of the old sorts) and i am rising, a lion's breath and out of a sea of ashes: from work habits that deconstructed over the last year or so (to some degree) and back again, a new gravity lurches me forward, (not up or down, this is a new type of gravity motivated by aches unknown to modern science: secreted in our earthly longings) and i am here: from dust and into greater fires than one microcosm can imagine for itself. i am further than feilds now...

2004-03-09 | 3:08 p.m.
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