ramblings of a late bloomer

"Depression is like… when you don't want cheese anymore.

hand not obeying brain handwritten letters uglier than imagined small patch of raw, presumably red skin on my septum the first scratch on a shiny new thing the first grey hair trails of water running up my arms, somehow defying gravity little pill split n…

Snow sticks around here for a long time.

I read far more than I write.

Earlier this week, I had an "unproductive day."

Back in early September, my friend J said this to me (not without a heavy touch of exasperation), and it has been rattling around my head ever since.

(This is present Olive fyi, hello) W and I made a pact that if I didn't post some writing today, I have to do the dishes for a week, so here I am.

Jet-lag from my most recent trip (not to Iceland) is manifesting not as the typical sleep disturbances but rather as a general sense of malaise.

I wish there were pop/rock style concerts for classical music where you can move and dance, and also clap between movements.

A living list, to perhaps update going forward Asking, "what can I learn from this moment/experience/person?"