When traveling, there is a limit to how much you can leave behind.
A London door.
I am pondering, through no fault of my own, the distinction between self-respect and self-esteem.
Have you ever needed to ask for help, and did not know how?
Have you ever spent too much time waiting?
(Do I have to face everything?)
"What does not get repaired gets repeated." A troubling and reassuring thought.
It has been on my mind that everything matters very much, and not at all. That worries and comforts me.
Sometimes happiness is sitting in a lilac velvet folding theater seat and listening to a symposium on the brain (and then going home and drawing the lilac velvet folding theater seat).
It's quite easy to look for the new.
I am thinking about the beauty of faithful things.
Could we just sit for a moment?
The Past shapes you.
The Past deceives.
The Past pulls.
The Past grips.
We carry the Past.