i’d like to have more options. i’d like to be able to break the rules. i’d like to have more space, or to be able to make use of the space I have differently. i’d like to undo things, sort the pieces out on the table, take a look at them as they are. maybe this isn’t the best configuration. maybe it’s ok to let it all lie around in bits for awhile, with room beside and among -- seems like there’s space to be had, so why not take it? i’d like to set a few things down and leave them there, see how they do, see what happens to them, through the seasons, through the night -- what happens to me, without. i have permission but i have ties, responsibilities, agreements. it’s hard to be human. nothing is simple, yet everything is. the earth turns, the sun sets, time passes, and i choose things, or not. i sleep sometimes, or i don’t. i eat. things get quieter, things get interrupted. trains cut the night. owls call out. the dog sighs. seems like there’s space to be had so why not take it? i conflate myself with expectations, conflate success with joy, conflate tomorrow with hope. it’s hard to be human. things get interrupted.
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