It’s 1 am.
I just sit here.
I finished stitching one bundle. I want to go to bed, but I sit.
And stare and don't think.
Each day seems like a little boat and all the days are swept and tilted back and forth across an immense and distant bay of blue, grey, green.
Lyn Hejinian
There are many kinds of beautiful lives.
Forgive. Forgive. Forgive.