with a lot of unfinished drafts and mostly-finished-but-still-seemingly-unsatisfactory drafts nowadays. This one started out as a brilliant title with a pretty great idea attached. Over the last little while I cut it to pieces and stuck in some bits from another idea which might still be on the table. Then I hit “post;” it’s a little victory, even if sometimes more than others it feels really hollow.
It’s about process, about how life and everything involved in it is more gradual than permanent. It’s about not standing still, which is still something I’m trying to figure out.
I hope it means something.