Have you ever heard of the kitten distribution system?
All in DD4SD
Unceremonious
You ever engage in a psychotic cleaning bender? I do.
We just had a solar eclipse. This is never planned (the cleaning, not the eclipse) but once it starts, I am at the mercy of completeness, driven to the actual limits of my physical ability to move things around and/or out of my house.
Defragmenting the past (time) in material space.
On Time
I’m writing in the (mostly) dark of the early morning. A peach candle is burning on the sill, a leftover from summer, another time-limited memory of something that isn’t with me, burning down. After I lit this candle, I for some reason rubbed my palms past each other and triggered a visceral memory of the last person to hold my hand.
Nostalgia
Nostalgia comes from greek — nostos and algos — the pain of returning home.
It’s not the pain of leaving or the pain of being away. It’s the pain of missing a place that does not exist anymore, and that you will never return to because you’re separated from it in time not in space. So could we ever start fresh in a place we’ve already been?
