we navigate by stories but sometimes we only escape by abandoning them
. It’s bright on the other side of my eyelids and I wake in a panic. 6:20am. When did the days get longer?
. Snow on dogwood trees and my breath is like smoke on this cold air.
. The ground crisps and crunches with each step.
. The combination of wine and benadryl last night means I feel like utter shit this morning and I need water but first I drink a coffee that I can’t finish.
. She leads me behind the stage, down corridors and through greenrooms. We take a shortcut through the costume shop and stop to photograph the dye room that could use better ventilation.
. Me time.
. Laundry + Gathering Moss.
. I add The Collected Poetry + Prose of Wallace Stevens to my library queue. There are not enough hours in this life to read all the books I want to read.
. It’s hard to relax when the girl in unit 4 is banging around her apartment. I thought the benefit of living on the top floor meant you don’t hear your neighbors. Sigh...
. Robiola bosina. A bloomed rind that feels like velvet on the tongue.
. So. Much. Noise.