I don’t expect it matters too much but now I’m starting to
mark dates on the calendar as absences and losses. Nobody was ever immortal, we
just felt we were and knew we were. And at that moment we were right. But only
in that moment.
Social media brings up photos of these times again and again
and suddenly it’s 1 year ago 2 years 10 years and nobody is coming back are
they. And yet it feels nice to revisit the frolicking in the ocean, the gawping
at massive-titted mannequins, the snapshots of and in life. Maybe bittersweet
is a better word.
I’ve got to go to work now and rehearse my writers’ group
for their/our live event on Saturday. I think that matters, maybe not too much,
but for us all it’s another moment and always will be. I hope. And that hope is
really the important thing. I only understood this when I found myself still
here arbitrarily and trying to unpack my guilt. Unwarranted.
Turn on, tune in.
And crack the fuck on with having some creativity and fun in your life, cause
in 1 year 2 years 10 years – ach.
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