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...moreWhy was I crying over a can of seasoned squash?
...moreI won’t say I brought this on myself, but I wrote it. I wrote it myself.
...moreThen a light turns on and a panic sets in, like noise: unassailable, unnameable.
...more[T]he one thing I wake up next to, that I couldn’t imagine living without, isn’t an object at all. It’s a dog.
...moreThe U-Haul’s gone now. It made me sad earlier to look up and find its door locked. Maybe because I know how much ends when everything’s loaded.
...moreHere we are again, another one-run game, another last chance.
...moreThis week, your Storming Bohemian has moved to a new house. Again. And so some reflections: There is much to be said for stability, I know. The steady quiet observation of the likes of Annie Dillard or Henry Thoreau evokes my admiration. I am even an oblate of a Benedictine monastery. I know monks who […]
...moreJason had his dragon at Colchis, Theseus had his Minotaur on Crete, Odysseus had his cannibals in their city of Telepylos, and you will have found your own monsters in Philadelphia.
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