something like an update
Things are bettering. This morning I left point A at the same time as a train, drove parallel to it, and managed to cross its path, twenty minutes, several idiot drivers, and one red light later, before my route to point B had quite closed. The usual math problem: If we both are going 35 miles per hour in the same direction, will you run out of fuel first or me?
I cried, hard, exactly twice last week. I’m tired of missing people but it takes less time than having everyone I love in the same city as me. What a weird, awful thought. I’m going to write more letters. I’m going to put all my capitals in cursive.
I’ve slept badly two nights in a row, in a bed where bad sleep never happens to me. I smell like mixed feelings slowly clarifying. Butter and centrifuged blood. But the configuration of joints at 2 a.m. was like a sailboat skimming along a snailshell, and who wants to sleep through that?
