The frequency with which I reach for a new pen – you’d think
I was secretly hoarding them, were it not myself from whom I were filching said
pens –
SYNTAX UNPAID!
Doing fairly well on goals, I suppose. Cutting back without
the gone-to lengths that would prompt feelings of missing out, sacrifice. Time
to turn the energy away from yearning, churning, etc., and toward productivity,
numbers, and also words – herded into orderly fashion and marching through
practice progress and all the way home, were I not already starting there
(here?).
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