A tremendous blog called Awake & Asleep, letters from two writers in Edinburgh & Manila… even as it doesn’t seem to have been updated in awhile, what’s there is worth getting lost in–
View from my desk, at this hour
25 March 2017
What a holy mess, my desk is, at this hour. And every day, I suppose, looks like this. I sit at my desk and write and work, and somehow, without looking, the days have turned into another week, and the weeks into months, and it’s my life, the life I make, is what it is.
I am reminded of a part of a poem:
How daily my life. How tiny the impurities around which words might accrue. Worlds. Whorls. Pearls? Once I stood in a town where nothing was left unchanged but the clouds driven from the east. Now I learn from the sea. Always the same, always different, brackish body, uncertain. The unusual I hold at bay by taking pictures. To let it accrue to memory without having…
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