There are odd, even embarrassing facts that follow us at times. Accidental occurrences that instantly expose a truth and/or contradiction of ours that is undeniable. One of these accidental occurrences is that, every time Miley Cyrus's Adore You comes on somewhere, I think of a person I am surprised I think about so readily. Always. (I know, I know. Where am I that this song is coming on? It's as if this sliver of pop culture haunts me through the electrical sockets of most buildings.) It's a funny, sad, weird betrayal of heart and mind. But it's enjoyable all the same. The truth rises no matter how deep you attempt to bury it.
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This weekend has been one of recharging. Of writing. Of creating. Of friendship. Of late night adventures with people I sort of know. Of revisiting a film that speaks to me in different ways every time I watch it.
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I have been thinking about time, lately. Not in the typical ways of scarcity or big questions of life. Rather and simply, the enjoyment of time. Even when that enjoyment involves sadness or worry or fear. There is so much going on in the world. I want everyone to feel safety and certainty, but I also know that these terms are relative and can instigate so many ugly things. But in a fundamental way, a basic way, I want people to feel these things, and for these things to be true.
be well; be safe
k.
(image: Lush Paintings of Solitary Swimmers by Pedro Covo via genetic-freak Tumblr)
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