Can you ever make up for lost time?
I kind of doubt it, but lately I feel
as if I'm trying to squeeze two or three
lives into each day, as if atoning for all
the years I wasted. I'm working two
jobs two days a week each, then doing
some web work at nights, not to mention
writing for anne e. moore's
magazine,
promoting a friend's
art
gallery, learning
PHP, creating an online
archive of
back-
logged photography, helping found an
intentional community,
living car-free,
and mailing friends letters, books, and CDs. I'm not sure why the sudden
sense
of urgency, but it seems that everything's
quickly changing and there's no point
just sitting around waiting.
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Today was a hell of a day, great in every way and I worry I must be crazy
to feel so optimistic given
the contrary
evidence. Woke up. That was a start. Food and coffee in the kitchen,
the luxury of drinking water, work waiting to be done, the prodigal sun returning
without so much as an apology, steep dry streets and a skateboard on
loan from Travis, a miracle of no collision as it rolled through the busy
intersection with me chasing after it saying "oh shit oh shit...," the bums
pissing where they want, pushing malt liquor shopping carts,
sarah's art, the birdcage stand
"free" in a doorway, the repaired candleshade to hang on it, Lee on the street
smoking me with sage saying it's a full moon don't you love it? and the sudden
faith that we can save ourselves so long as we share our visions &
dreams--don't wait!
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